Part 6: Tears

Tears, dear tears, tell me why do i cry?
why, at the slightest grief, you glitter in my eye.

When I am very happy you glow with a smile,
you fill my heart with memories which last more than a while.

But sometimes I wonder where do you go,
maybe to some place about which we will never know.

Or do you, deep down in our hearts hide,
and with the flow of smiles or sorrow with our words abide.

Tears, please be there in the corner of our eye,
and flow for someone, someday, when I die.

... to be continued