When a thought is just a thought!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The evolution of a thought
was from its own making but where did it come from where was it going? Was it out there to be shared or was it one for behind closed doors? What becomes of a thought that lingers, a thought that has no meaning but is .... but a thought after all. When does sense make a pact with thought to make sense? Why does a thought have to make sense to appease other thoughts to bring about a reason? From the chronicles a world of chaos without reason. © 2019 andrew mitchellFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on October 25, 2019 Last Updated on October 25, 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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