A walk with Alice, I wonder.A Poem by andrew mitchell
He who thinks
he has it all has not lived so what is expected of me? Does one live to die in order to see? What lies beyond the flow of the cosmos but a butterfly, a star and dreams heaven sent. Maybe, a walk with Alice will clear the wonderment, it’s a foggy day. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on September 18, 2021 Last Updated on September 18, 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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