When the tide changed.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was no end
to a wave in its continuum as one bathed in its glory spread, but there was an end from a wave goodbye beached along the sands of time. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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3 Reviews Added on July 16, 2019 Last Updated on July 16, 2019 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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