A mirage for all gateways.

A mirage for all gateways.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The mirage of all gateways
was the entrance
to greener pastures,
many died trying to reach,
like the bright lights
before death.

Always there, but beyond reach,
but who left this gate open
with the beacon showing the way?

Was this the gateway
to the Holy Grail
or just a mirage
as I speak?

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 12, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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