This wasn’t his circle.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The older he got,
the bigger his comfort zone was needed until.... travelling along diameter road feeling the circumference he noticed he was not alone, he was in someone else’s circle. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on March 16, 2018 Last Updated on March 16, 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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