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?
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Added on March 12, 2018 Last Updated on March 12, 2018 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.. |

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