The pyramid of love lost in civilisation.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Under whom will I lie
in the quest to succeed as Cleopatra contemplates her next lover’s move. Buried are the gems that walk on two legs on which the sun shines on worship. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on September 22, 2018Last Updated on September 22, 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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