The architectA Poem by andrew mitchell
While the heart
had room and came with one key, the walls came tumbling down. The architect of mind built on thoughts stormed the heart constructed by emotions. It was a grand design, but it’s downfall was the tear factory. With the heart on the sleeve dropped the mind now changed wears a new suit. A tap echoes criying in the distance I see the clouds gather. Drip! Drip! Drip! © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 14, 2018 Last Updated on December 14, 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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