To hold the map to memories past.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A treasured island -
holding memories in exile free from the thoughts that forget sailing in a world, ageing; diminishing on waves are scribbled thoughts filtering through sleepy slumbers lost in hallways of alleys past written in mind, the pages dusty. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
Stats
47 Views
1 Review Added on May 14, 2018 Last Updated on May 14, 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
|