📚🤍The
Last Gate🤍📖
🌿🤍I
know a garden with three strange gates
Of silver, of gold, and
glass,
At every gate, in a deep, soft voice,
A sentinel
murmurs, “Pass.”
At
night I passed through the silver gate,
An ivory moon rode high;
I
heard the song of the silver stars
That swung in the silver sky.
I
walked at dawn through the gate of gold,
And came to a golden
sea,
Seven mermaids rose from the golden waves
And fluttered
white hands to me.
At
last I came to the other gate,
The sentinel murmured, “Pass!”
I
never will tell what lovely things
I saw through that gate of
glass.🤍🍀🌼🌻🌺🌷🥀
📸🤍Iron Gates at the Borgo Santo Pietro, Tuscany, Italy🤍📸
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