The rejection of an idealistA Poem by andrew mitchell
Her approach was cold
the sun dipped behind her horizon. She said. She was thawed for my convenience. But I froze where her love once flowed I recall a river flowing now, a glacial heart lined by icy footprints. I stood naked in mind - shivering.... a fire lit in her eyes. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on June 12, 2022 Last Updated on June 12, 2022 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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