In search of land, broken glass.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Trapped in a bottle
looking out from within he sailed the high seas on his ship of sails called Yesterday. The sum of those who walked the plank enter a new world deep where thoughts of Atlantis lie greet the new arrivals now fish in the ocean. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 19, 2020 Last Updated on December 19, 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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