superficial greetings!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Lost are the words
That carry no meaning Shallow in depth No promises. Brush strokes, light Patronizingly high On emotion's ears They fly forgotten. Blown in the wind. Lost without substance; Light are the footprints Of words not heavy. Superficial in thought; Plastic, cast adrift Set free, afar, away That contaminate the mind. Insulting the impression Given, no expression Forgettable the words Shallow tones spoken.
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Added on July 5, 2015Last Updated on July 5, 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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