The thought from nowhereA Poem by andrew mitchell
While the sanguine thought
navigated through the dust dancing in the sun rays from the opened window happy to see the light of day the same could not be said of the melancholic thought hugging a teardrop. They were all waiting for the thought of the day. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on February 7, 2024 Last Updated on February 7, 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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