TIMEA Poem by andrew mitchell
Time, man's measurement;
a unit, a solar day. the clock's ticking, ticking alternating night and day. Never stopping, ticking, turning upon rotation of the earth; time ticking, ticking before that moment, man's birth. Always moving constantly placed; ageing everything, showing no grace. the clock's ticking, ticking taking care.... our mortality. With time spinning, we're just an entity while time's quest ...... to reach infinity.
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Added on March 9, 2015 Last Updated on March 6, 2016 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..Writing
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