I hope...
There is a rock in the garden which a few days ago sat there half hidden in the magic moon glow almost covered with snow All through winter the rock stood proudly against all the winds at it could throw, its dark surface contrasting with the spots of white and reflecting like a mirror the soft lights of the night In that reflection I could see that mysterious door that only in dreams can be reached, that mystical door which appears among stars way high up, always closed, standing alone in the... Sign in to see full entry.