The legend is as far as the story goes.A Poem by andrew mitchellOpsimath - one who learns late in life.
The green grass of legends roll
down the tongues of its forebears, while memories turn to myths as autumn greens change to browns. The manuscript in mind slowly decays, lost as snow flakes fall across the fields of time’s spells broken. The raven’s eye of the wise behind the temple’s window scours the lands where words speak through wind’s whispers amongst the trees of knowledge. But did the legend live on? No! It died when all the wise men found out they were not men of wisdom as one thought. They were opsimaths. © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 31, 2020 Last Updated on January 31, 2020 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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