they come in wavesA Poem by andrew mitchell
On the crest
Of her wave I collect her Tears. Saving her from drowning, Her own pools At low tide I hold her In the light Of the sun's rays. Hugging.
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1 Review Added on June 30, 2015 Last Updated on June 30, 2015 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.. |

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