Tears are pure transparent,
The molten fluid of pangs,
Of grief, of sorrows,
And strengthless helplessness;
They seek the channels,
Founting from the founts of eyes,
And falling from the falls of lashes,
Travel, flow on the soft, slippery
Continents and plains of cheeks,
Through the valleys of wrinkles,
Watering the crops of beauty,
Enriching, gleaming furrows,
Tripling, flowing mix and merge,
Into the ocean of dust.
A wonderfully descriptive narration...... good read indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and beautiful way to honor a tear..thanks