The being who suffers is a mystery
Who taste love, will taste its misery
Around smiles and tears in history
But my tears marked their territory
In a tree where the sorrow does stem
Neither counted nor received them
Yet how stern our hearts condemn
Tell me please what's wrong with them
It's not a foreign eye watering you water
Neither tears was heterogeneous matter
Nor i collected them in a clay or a potter
While i'm talking to you they got hotter
Should I blame my eyes for making a river
Or blame them for the sadness they deliver
In every drop i heared your roots quiver
While yours made earth tremble and shiver

Author / Aladdin Aures H.