In a field of dreams, a haunted pool.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Within the mind,
a haunted pool where the rope of the wishing well’s bucket of dreams lies severed at the bottom, rolling recollections of memories in waves. While tomorrow’s future continues to drown in yesterday’s past, today bubbles towards the surface gasping as the mists of the subconscious float above hanging across the esplanade of thoughts. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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Added on September 20, 2018Last Updated on September 20, 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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