I can fly, not!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Just when you thought
you were free floating on the words of om, the word um brought you down to earth involuntarily and invariably to floor level. Because the word fall became the new order. If one could fly we would but like a fly with no wings we were given the walk instead. When a transcendental moment became more transitional and even more transparent.
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2 Reviews Added on March 2, 2019 Last Updated on March 2, 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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