Finding the trail to peaceA Poem by andrew mitchell
Where dots
became lines in their growth expanding so did lines become circles that shrunk back to dots with time. It was there, I followed a line that had an end where I found peace. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2023 Last Updated on February 25, 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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