A trilogy of moments.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Footprints of a moment
seen clinging to life's mortality disappear over the sands of time. Through a lens an eye is captured by the legs of a moment that now stands still. He who wanders very far won't be back anytime soon for lost always plays its part. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on September 6, 2020 Last Updated on September 6, 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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