The awakening of an imprisoned stone!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the foundations were made
I was not alone I had become another brick in the wall, and yet on the hitting of the wall I was released, I was free from the grips of mortar that tied me down.... no longer where my thoughts cemented for I had become a rolling stone. But was it the thought that hit me that led to my release? © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 31, 2018 Last Updated on July 31, 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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