The memories quest from eternal travels.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On a sea of memories
I sail onto thee to the edge of a precipice where thoughts falter and fall. On a crest of a witch's promise wandering the open skies on a broom dreams travel far and wide descending only to land with one foot in the grave as life casts the first shadow.
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Added on December 18, 2017 Last Updated on December 18, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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