On the transitional road to....A Poem by andrew mitchell
The transitional phases
through life had us guessing in the lineup of queues for a better life. Some took the road quite comfortably, others veered off, and a few needed a push to get started. There was no light at the end, no markers signalling how long to go, just a winding road lined by your ancestry ghosts egging you on to the imaginary finishing line.
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Added on October 14, 2018 Last Updated on October 14, 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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