“the sadness will never end” he said
scratch off the yellow walls, the misery lies in the cracks
for the starry nights shine, and the tree roots hold their ground
where do we begin to find ourselves,
when we were never ourselves to begin with.
but a wise man once said
"find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful"
and no doubt, in what lied amongst yellow walls,
there was always hope for better days.
maybe at eternity's gate, we'll meet again.
maybe then, he can see how the almond trees blossom.