Drifting planes of thoughts.A Poem by andrew mitchellDrifting planes of thoughts. like gossamer threads, floating in space, drifting; no destination planned, swirling on.... the tranquility of surprise. Taking in the views, blue sky, inhaling sunshine that warmth, watching clouds, fluff by on faces formed.
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2 Reviews Added on April 4, 2016 Last Updated on April 4, 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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