On the trails of memories ruins.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Where my mind treads
Romans have walked before me on cobblestone roads aligned, but now the Celts have invaded my thoughts across grey stone fields of the middle highlands. United I am in a kingdom steeped in tradition divided by change, the combination forms the alchemist in me. I'm transformed but not religious I am Great Britain a castle in ruins and the beef steak pudding is cooking on the oven.
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2 Reviews Added on November 10, 2019 Last Updated on November 10, 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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