I reached out, but you were gone.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I reached out, but you were gone.
In my dreams your love was an oasis shimmering brightly on your bodily beauty reflecting my intentions deprived of love, but like all mirages I could not get my hands on you. Pleasant dreams they said.
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Added on January 9, 2017 Last Updated on January 9, 2017 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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