When your globe starts to flicker.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the recall
for memories was near, the distance of moments were far just dreams vanishing over the horizon as waves splash in rememberance licking the wounds of regrets, caressing the joys of living. How long will the light shine shrouded in the mind before the filament flickers, and burns out?
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Added on August 13, 2018 Last Updated on August 13, 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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