Heavens gate
There is a rock in the garden now covered with snow, a rock that stands proudly against all the winds at it throw. Its dark surface contrasting with the white reflects like a mirror the lights of the night. In that reflection one can see the mysterious door that only in dreams can be reached, the mystical door which exists among the stars way up high, always closed. Only when the hour is late and one is searching for what things mean, only then it opens and lets some through, to find out the... Sign in to see full entry.