Where do I sit in the cup of the Holy Grail?A Poem by andrew mitchell
Where do I sit in the cup of the Holy Grail?
In the quest of being me, in the quest of pursuing you, was a quest in itself, being lost in translation; full of questions, I found myself lost. Who am I? Where did I go? Will I get me.... back? Where do I sit, in this axis of change, in the cup they call, the Holy Grail?
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1 Review Added on January 26, 2017 Last Updated on January 26, 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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