When time carves the geometry on love.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The diameter of your smile
was no more than the circumference of your love contained within our circle, but will we escape the circular saw of life? For time, the carpenter carves out the rest of our lives, the shavings of our journeys lay scattered on remembrance.
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3 Reviews Added on July 2, 2017 Last Updated on July 2, 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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