Her lagoon.A Poem by andrew mitchellHer lagoon. Emotions deep her lagoon travelled, dark, mysterious, somewhat unexplored, her surface looked, far away. Until she bubbled intentions not known still waters, cold. But being close I swam on... her emotions rising, I felt her love, warm.
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Added on February 15, 2016 Last Updated on February 15, 2016 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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