The Intersection.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The Intersection.
When the unexpected comes knocking on your door; in an extended handshake held, the eye contact gaze, seemingly longer a smile that just simmers, a laugh that carries... in echoes sighs You know that moment is just out of character. When two thoughts attracted join momentarily, the bond formed; The Intersection. And how our thoughts continue reflecting lingering well after...... the acquaintance has gone.
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2016 Last Updated on June 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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