An afterthoughtA Poem by andrew mitchell
What becomes
of a thought after it’s forgotten? Where are they now? An afterthought. What becomes of a thought that once was where the fate of a reunion is all but extinguished? What if all thoughts go to a site an elephant burial ground to die only to become ghostly apparitions that roam the mind. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 12, 2022 Last Updated on December 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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