Set sail for the island of deliverance.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Upon the fins
of waves passed through the gills of sadness washed, an ocean of tears cries out thy name while the sun becomes your crows nest. Find your island to enjoy ye treasures. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on November 13, 2020 Last Updated on November 13, 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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