A collector's thought vanishes.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A collector's thought -
he who thinks he has it all has nothing more than his shadow in the end. One gets lost in a cast of shadows their footsteps cannot be heard, however they whisper and spread. I saw a shadow once, it moved in time with me, but all the time I watched it, it disappeared with me.
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2 Reviews Added on September 29, 2020 Last Updated on September 29, 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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