Saturday, May 16, 2009
I knocked at that door...
I knocked at that door once, twice, many times with all the power of my mind, and the strength of my dreams. The door was there, behind the clouds that formed gigantic teddy bears, war ships and clowns. When my heart was glad and when it was sad I knocked at that door, not knowing what for. Deep inside I felt I just had to try so I knocked at that door, and I laughed and I cried. I brought faith, I brought trust. but the door stayed closed. It stood there tall and silent, guarding the treasure...
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