Lost for wordsA Poem by andrew mitchell
I had a relationship
with a word once a word called love but then love broke up with me. Distraught I got embroiled with hate which left a scar when I found the word peace. Now with English etymology on my trail I find hello knocking on the front door as goodbye leaves through the window. I’m lost for words. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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Added on February 12, 2023 Last Updated on February 12, 2023 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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