Autumn strikes the family tree.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the winds of change
blow through the family tree the mists of time hides the space in which we live, in the clearing we are gone on the fall. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 7, 2020 Last Updated on December 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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