A foot in the cloud.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What of the clouds
that pass by against blue sky, the faces we see, are they our own, a timely reminder? Floating cotton balls wisps of our existence fading, disappearing like we were never here. . © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on November 17, 2021 Last Updated on November 17, 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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