In the motion of drift woodA Poem by andrew mitchell
Under the cover
of darkness the incense of burning thoughts quietly linger reflecting on a day past where an autumn smile lies on the path, fallen leaving an impression, blank. I drift. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 10, 2022 Last Updated on December 10, 2022 Author
andrew 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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