Mural on canvas by the author
A wall I saw rising layer after layer as I grew older and older,
but never too high to keep me on one side;
A wall that separated cities and countries and ideologies,
but never did I settle down on one to abide.
A wall I left a long time ago, and wish it's still there standing,
familiar of many stories, tears and laughters;
A wall of memories, each dot an event worth remembering.
Lo! a living wall of mosses, ferns and flowers. ~