The pool of wannabe mermaids.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In summer heat
the baptism of sensuality was diving into the pool of liquid gold where Mother embraced the swim of life she took some for her own in the drowning while keeping the chalice full. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2019 Last Updated on October 1, 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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