In the sea of ocean's nightmares.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The salt of the sea
healed no wound of a bleeding heart, but beneath the haunting sea of love's intakes lies the casualties neglected in Davy Jones locker. Where the air is thin, and the shadows dark in the haunted harbour of mind through closed eyes the ghostly entities travel through synaptic endings of a dream floating in a sea of memories casting adrift those lost on awakening.
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Added on March 15, 2020 Last Updated on March 15, 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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