On time’s flowA Poem by andrew mitchell
As time’s river flows
erasing and adding mortal paths journeys the mountainous peaks of life’s wisdom accumulated stands momentarily where deciduous moments hang until their memories fall - lost are the words from the tree of life as minds litter the landscape.
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Added on March 6, 2024 Last Updated on March 6, 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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