Picasso thoughts on street life.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A lonely heart pumps
the echoes that have past where the winds of love holler travelling through the mirage of yesterday's hearts on offer. Picasso thoughts drawn on mind's walls - a sign of the times graffiti ed. Cards of memories shuffled on mind's deck litter in the fall scattered] from the winds of time as the crack in the cup of remembrance slowly leaks empty. All the while mind's ceiling illuminates stars shining amongst images of primeval lust. In the shadows a canary sings for its dinner.
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2020 Last Updated on March 7, 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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