What becomes....A Poem by andrew mitchell
What becomes of the bow
when the arrow is fired? What becomes of the love when the nest has flown? What becomes of footprints washed away in sands? What becomes of words written for all eternity? What becomes of a heart no more? What becomes....
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2018 Last Updated on September 30, 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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