Reading tea leaves of a penultimate verse.A Poem by andrew mitchell
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follows the elegy of a soon to be - dead write that once circulated uncharted waters by a pen in mouth, pondering. Where knowledge was a teacup that poured from above, and wisdoms thoughts that followed, born filtered through carried on an Om. There lies on reading the tea leaves - the verse from beginning to end turned on it’s head kicking up dust while I played with the words. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on October 23, 2021 Last Updated on October 27, 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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