On the grapevine.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Material wealth
has no place in a cathedral mind where the church bells ring, and when spirits free climb the stairway to heaven to lodge, the book of knowledge closes, the bodies spiral down the stairs dead, divorced from reality only the dream lives on. © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on July 9, 2020 Last Updated on July 9, 2020 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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