a significant yet unimportant day

the rain has stopped,

and the rainbow is out.

smiling to the earth.

it wheedled me into stopping and stare at it.

oh yes, that's the power it has.

i warble as i walk,

the wanderlust in my heart waiting to burst forth.

the woolgathering is inevitable,

such a lovely day,

who wouldnt stop and wonder,

are you that rainbow?

the colour pencils are in your hands,

paint me a smile with your hands.

for i believe you do wonders not only with your lovely hands,

because your winsome smile swept me off the ground.

for someone who is wiseacre,

knows what i'm saying all.

the 7 colours in the rainbow.

red,the colour of anger.

orange,the colour of your aura.

yellow, the colour of your sourness.

green, the colour of people's jealousy.

blue,the colour of the mighty sky.

violet, the colour of passion.

indigo, the colour of comfort.
what do you belong to?

would you paint me a rainbow?

you're just another passer-by.

i don't long for more,

for i know the chance is small.

a friend is more than anything.

i enjoyed the laughter and the encouragement.

but now,it has come to a stop.

a little girl,

grabbing onto the balloons so tightly,

looking up into the sky,

and saw a beautiful rainbow and asked,

''mama,look,that's mine'',

the mother smiled for she knows,

when she was a little girl like her daughter,

she secretly wished the rainbow is her's,

and she has already found her rainbow,

and hopes her little girl will too find a lovely one.

the rainbow is gone for now,

i'll walk the same way,

i'll listen to the same song.

things may be different.

but i know there's memories,

and there's always hope,

even that's so small,

i still can wish.

the affinity that exists,

if you choose to believe