Soul of Brittle Water

What are these tears? The ones that wear away The skin upon my face? The ones that give strength Or reveal weakness? The ones which come Reason or not? What are these tears? Which come at night When minds dwell in the day? Which hardly come by day When distractions prevail? Which are relieved by sleep And driven by life? What are these tears? Be they love or rage? Be they pain or joy? Be they the thriving leaps Of an exultant heart? Or be they remanents Of a soul left to die?

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