The mortality of autumn.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Life is
evergreen leaves blowing in the wind ‘til one day you realise you’re autumn. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on April 11, 2021 Last Updated on April 11, 2021 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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