During our peel in the compost.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The story lies
in autumn falls, a nebulous explosion of golds and reds, a litter of thoughts you and I on a swing of no return, hazy where our shadows once played, but like all things the years draw nigh and we find ourselves now raked in. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on October 20, 2021 Last Updated on October 20, 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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