The daily ritual of a morning fix.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Drawn in by your aroma
imprisoned are my thoughts focused on you I am compelled to take another sip of you, my dear as you cast me adrift I drown in your elixir, golden brown textures. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review 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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