Borrowed and filed in the vaults of mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Every moment
leaves a footprint behind in the form of a memory to be catalogued as one to remember or one to forget in the library of mind where opening times are restricted and closed to some. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 28, 2017 Last Updated on December 28, 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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