The goings on down memory lane.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As life dances
along the edge of time voices carry pictures of you through the halls of memories encountered in echoes calling... is there something out there? Is it you? If there is something out there is it you or just a word triggered by your presence or a sound reverberating in the deep recesses of my blanched mind in memory of you?
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Added on October 10, 2019 Last Updated on October 12, 2019 Author
andrew 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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