The passing orbit of a memory.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What was captured
was no photograph but a moment lost in my grasp splashed on the walls of my mind's vault of visual illusions expanding from reality expressed in thoughts distorted by the truth of magic where memories are found embedded.
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Added on September 2, 2018 Last Updated on September 2, 2018 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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