Full circle.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Full circle.
As the wheels of puberty turned on overwhelming shyness growing up adjusting to the transition of being... attracted to the opposite sex. I found the adult years blossomed in confidence; just a bee tasting different honeys in search of the one.... true flower. Only to find the wheel's movement spiralled approaching senior's age more quickly than expected leaving me shy once more, full circle.
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6 Reviews Added on June 20, 2016 Last Updated on June 20, 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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