Watered dreams massage the illusion.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Watching you from the beach
from the other side I draw you back in, a mind's swim under the moon, cast adrift to tomorrow's horizon I cannot escape the black lagoon of your eyes immersed in passion. Star roving on a cloud we move forward in a surreal atmosphere lost. Everything is black and white and I find... I cannot hold down tonight.
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1 Review Added on October 26, 2019 Last Updated on October 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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