A missing person of no return.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Within the man was a child,
but.... was he lost, to be found? Is he alive or presumed dead? Was he smart now a fool? Once so young, grown old; forced to grow, never to play. Living the belief disbelieving that time stole too soon. At a point of no return. © 2017 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 4, 2017 Last Updated on July 4, 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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