![]() Old thoughts wither in decay.A Poem by andrew mitchell![]() Don't know where this was going???![]()
Old thoughts wither in decay.
As the willow falls, flowing in its droop, so does autumn shed all kinds of hope; depression lies hidden, composting as the cemetery gates open, hinging on death. Cold wind blowing, birds fly south; leaving the self behind in decline, by the fire, waiting..... for old thoughts to wither in decay, while the carpenter works on the casket.
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1 Review Added on December 13, 2016 Last Updated on December 13, 2016 Author![]() andrew 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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