Tangled ruins lie in gilded memories.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On tangled landscapes
of ruined memories, dead kings and warriors whisper through forests that once were, on broken paths travelled, now abandoned, their lands are virgins no more. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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Added on March 24, 2018Last Updated on March 24, 2018 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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