In your breeze waiting.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In your breeze waiting.
I was no more a solid, as I was a solution, in loving you. In your space I found I was no more than a cloud of air to be blown aside, brushed away by your breeze, waiting on your choosing, on when to fill your skies again. You had a way with my physical elements only to have you enter my metaphysical unannounced with the ability to change me.
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2 Reviews Added on January 23, 2017 Last Updated on January 23, 2017 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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