"It was only fantasy. The wall was too high, as you can see..."
But there, near her,tiny,almost unnoticeable, was a small hole.
A small hole on a huge,solid wall. And yet, it was something.
And the sunlight filtrating through the small flaw of the Wall
made her think that the hole could be enlarged,extended....
It made her think that in the future,
a beautiful door could be there,
in that exact same point where that hole was.
A door to go to the other side
(or come back to this one in gray days,'cause gray days are gray everywhere).
And she walked away from the wall.
But then again,this time she was smiling...
"All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
...Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand."
