When round and round has a end.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The train of mind
rode the carousel of time disembarking at the station of no return where memories gathered for one last time on the baggage of a thought left on the platform where the shadows of life moved on. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 20, 2020 Last Updated on December 20, 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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