Dreams on the run.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Dreams on the run.
If only I could..... fit the sun, the stars, the moon in my backpack and move on. But my dreams would never remain still.
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3 Reviews Added on April 2, 2016 Last Updated on April 2, 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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