I reached out, but you were gone.

I reached out, but you were gone.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I reached out, but you were gone.
In my dreams
your love was
an oasis shimmering
brightly on your
bodily beauty
reflecting
my intentions
deprived of love,
but like all mirages
I could not get
my hands on you.
Pleasant dreams they said.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 9, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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