An oversightA Poem by andrew mitchell
From the eyes
that never saw came a kiss that never reached. In the oblong box shadows weep, above trees litter where the wind sweeps all memories of any shortcomings. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on September 24, 2022 Last Updated on September 24, 2022 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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