Gatsby
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Vasanth Krishnan, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2014
reaching for a light the shimmers in the distance,
step by step,
a clear path in sight.
realising the light is behind him,
there is nothing he can do.
longing to grasp it
whilst the soul trembles
a sight that shall not be seen ,
all for one.
a crisp, clean sight,
blocked by the foggy horizon,
a sharp light piercing through
like a sunset
trying,
never loosing sight
until it is he who has driven the sunset away