A familiar trail leads behind an unchangeable reality.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the familiar atmosphere
of life engulfing us all; the dismal, the ugly, the unchangeable reality, the reliable stuff, the thoughts that just keeps on, keeping on regardless propelled forward by the inertia of dreams one flys away with the thoughts that write. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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Added on May 19, 2019 Last Updated on May 19, 2019 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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