A historic fireplace is lit.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A haunted isle of thoughts gather
where ghosts and legends are preserved as historic buildings visited in the mind. Where fireside thoughts warmed by recollection of what was now in ashes comes to life as I stoke the eternal fire to rekindle the flame of memories that breathed life are but no more as time's candle melts on the counter.
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Added on March 26, 2019 Last Updated on March 26, 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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