I let out my tears for joy and sorrow
Then let them rain down on me for hope and agony.

How am I to rate this colour?
How am I to rate this world?
How could I, some small piece of the world
put numbers on this creation.

When I knit,
I see my life being
twisted and turned
by the perfect hands
of God.
And I realise that he
has a plan for me.

If rain was the result of my tears,
then I would muse on how to regulate this world.
To help farmers?
To drown homes?
To balance this world is a too difficult job for me.
But at the end, I also hope for a rainbow...

These letters. So uniquely
structured, yet I understand
something called:
               'Handwriting'

You may think this is a meaningless poem
but inside what could you find?
I used to think I were a meaningless poem
but inside me I found some hope.

What are you?
Are you a colour?
Are you a circumference?
If yes, I'll be your circle.