Just seasonal growth.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the winds
of change blow, the seeds of time grow memories. During the snow fall passing, love blooms freshening the mind from the hibernation as clouds smile, hearing the whispering, between two hearts bonding springs the tingling of stimulation echoes through the trees, the sun and sky are one.
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Added on June 17, 2018 Last Updated on June 17, 2018 Author
andrew 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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