In a day of a thought.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Holding on,
looking back the transparency of a thought that once followed me was gone. I found myself off the road along the shoreline wandering amongst the footprints of other memories abandoned in a graveyard cemetery where the waste of masses lay trying to find that portal entry to a world of reflection.
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Added on October 21, 2019 Last Updated on October 21, 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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