look up, don’t give up! :-)

Life becomes grey and lonely,
when hate and despair becomes blindly
in hopes smelling like death
and fears slightly turn into math.
No fool is able to forget the love,
that once appeared from high above,
listened to sounds made of gold.
Someone who shined upon and told.
The same as the colors of wine,
as red as thin is the line of future to past, is fine.
And rainbows appear for greater to come,
feeling the heart, mere beating that drum!