Pains as piercing pins
Create bleeding heart within
Tears like rushing waters
Flows through pregnant eyes

As though whipped, I wiped
Weeping and seeking
I’m found in a desert
Deserted, I travel ahead

Peaceful and calm
Victory has come my way
Still I cry but joy
Joy no bounds can hold

Flowing down my cheeks
Tears go like streams
Down down it’s gone
As dried cries of joy

(c) Obukov