The ceremonial ribbon is only cut once!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When he looked back
at past moments he cried, not because they were happy or sad, but because they were no longer lived, and yet they linger.... to haunt like the dead until they’re gone. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on October 17, 2018 Last Updated on October 17, 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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