The kinetic heart.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Her love was kinetic,
while she enjoyed the sexual movements of the moments, her heart like her mind liked to unwind,, her time piece moved on but not before she stopped everyone’s watch. All that glitters is not gold. She was a pot of gold, they said, but everyone who made that mistake to have her was given fool’s gold instead- it’s worth, it’s weight in misery. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t mend broken hearts ever again. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 2, 2021 Last Updated on March 2, 2021 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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