Old thoughts wither in decay.A Poem by andrew mitchellDon't know where this was going???
Old thoughts wither in decay.
As the willow falls, flowing in its droop, so does autumn shed all kinds of hope; depression lies hidden, composting as the cemetery gates open, hinging on death. Cold wind blowing, birds fly south; leaving the self behind in decline, by the fire, waiting..... for old thoughts to wither in decay, while the carpenter works on the casket.
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1 Review Added on December 13, 2016 Last Updated on December 13, 2016 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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