In the passing from the past, a clouded momentA Poem by andrew mitchell
From memories
moments travel - now you see it now you don’t. In the passing from the past came the missing most wanted. On reflection you are now for moments don’t reflect but lie in the distance apparently with transparency through the clouds so be mindful. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on May 26, 2023 Last Updated on May 26, 2023 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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