The future of dreams were edited,never reaching the end.A Poem by andrew mitchell
No one lived
to see the end of their dreams, and how long was a dream? There was no book that had no ending when time became your author. That time so dear, so near publishes your story. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 9, 2018 Last Updated on March 9, 2018 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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