A village of thoughts at mind's end.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What will become of me
as I tread within my own footsteps past? Will I become that village of thoughts to drink at mind's inn to share a memory that unravels as I follow the tracks I have lead. Will I slip on my tears looking through the schooner that anchors many a thought that drifts on a word ponder. I wonder...
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2 Reviews Added on December 8, 2019 Last Updated on December 8, 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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