The irony of what goes hand in hand!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Looking at the stars above
breathing down the window pane, condensation fogs the mind, moon shivers over rippled waters, darkness lurks in its own shadow, neither the sea or the sands move, silent are the ticks of time while a little boy asks. “ Why do we all die?” “Because that’s life!” came the reply. © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 12, 2019 Last Updated on April 12, 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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