The hurricane of timeA Poem by andrew mitchell
The hurricane of time.
Memories tossed, swirling, spiralling upward through the hurricane, riding the winds of time, erased. Only to fall beyond the hills that roll on in the land of the forgotten, lost.
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Added on March 17, 2016Last Updated on March 17, 2016 Author
andrew 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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