A black gate is this
A place with rain, storm and thunder.
The dark clouds with thunder which scares me.
The rain which is so hard it hurts.
But one day the clouds will smile to me.
The thunder will drift away and leave my life.
The storm will be a breece who tenderly touches my skin and slowly let my hair dance in the wind.
The rain will reach me tenderly takingm my pain awy, and let it fall down the ground.
The weather will be full by love.