Taking on board the adventure.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was no going back,
the rear vision gone, the only way through, the magnetic attraction of the fulcrum drawing those to a point In the distance vying for attention, be it a goal, a better place, more time given, but out of reach In no man's land of simple minds where only the ray of hope lied in a shimmering mirage, diminishing, confusing, punishing those who dared to take a gamble. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on February 22, 2017 Last Updated on February 22, 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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