When love rolled a generation.A Poem by andrew mitchell
When love rolled a generation.
There was a time, a generation or two ago; when rolling hills of flowers adored were picked and offered as sharing, when the world did shine through music shared on the sounds of Kama Sutra. Everyone was born to love one another, when love was all you needed. Peace was the " New World", gone wild". A generation ago love was free, now its a costly exercise.
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1 Review Added on November 3, 2016 Last Updated on November 3, 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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