The curse of abrasive sands.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The depth
of your caress in the beginning was insatiably deep, but time brought on tidal changes in passing. I found myself alone in your shallows, beached in the sands of time; your footprints disappearing, and your love.... a mirage now left in my thinking.
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Added on April 9, 2017Last Updated on April 9, 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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