Fossilized thoughts beached in sands.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Salty streams from broken dreams

that lived long ago,

I carry alone,

now furrows,

dry as stone.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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Added on January 31, 2017
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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg 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..