In the shallows of shadows.....talk.A Poem by andrew mitchell
He was a tear
in the clouds of sadness until he was dropped in the pool of neglect. There he met others looming becoming a flow of pain that cried Stop! Wading in the shallows of sorrow. Go deeper where all is lost. Where they drowned in their own self pity.
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Added on November 18, 2017 Last Updated on November 18, 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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