In the centre of dream explorations.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Lost,
I tossed and turned on mystery road but that’s what dreams are made of. With no map in hand or given a torch I travelled the realms of the internal deep sleep only to return on time on realities rude awakening. A news flash from the BBC. Scientists are close to unravelling the mysteries of the centre of the whole universe. A lot of people are going to find out it isn’t them. © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 17, 2019 Last Updated on February 17, 2019 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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