That’s what the eyes saw!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Kicking thoughts
over heart’s puddles lies Cupid’s arrow it’s tip poisoned. Mind over matter now on vacation while in the window of a soul a sign reads closed. Eyes go begging for answers that fall on deaf ears while the insurance company that deals with broken hearts has concluded, the crash is a write off. Better luck next time. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on May 30, 2023 Last Updated on May 31, 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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