The heritage of the lost.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was a heritage
of memories lost when one could not decide what moment to take. Lost at sea blown by the winds no memory lived in remembrance for future reference. Nor would the hands of time shake the dust of a moment forgotten. Memories like moments just come and go.... © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on November 5, 2018 Last Updated on November 5, 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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