He who paints the page of ongoing developmentsA Poem by andrew mitchell
As the canvas
of blanketed thoughts appears vacant to the naked eye, the pen in hand waits for command in the advance to conquer the page in lines and verse - barricading any stanza carrying the meaning to prevent the escape of any words in the spread. One paints the stroke a brush with time on life’s palette. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 13, 2024 Last Updated on January 13, 2024 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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