Hello, new here, sharing just a few thoughts: Sometimes i cry to feel pain, other times because i dont feel any. Such self malevolence produces and reproduces itself, like some terminal illness. The resulting tears arent worth idealising because they drown themselves in their barely residual self-worth, which only hold meaning as long as they are shed, thereby dissipating along with the moment itself. :grr: But there are also times when a certain sadness takes root within your roots and shakes your firmament for a little while, like a strong gust of wind brushing a banyan's birches momentarily. And in the after-effects, the reason which secreted a tear or more, is remembered as vividly as the tear itself. so here goes something which may amount to nothing::duck: each dew, in crisp sparkle, in hueless rue, its lithe larks and imbues, in graceful swoon, it slips and melts, the eyes that shed, are meant to. tears, i'd let them be, for they are a measure of soul. When the soul convenes, it frees tears of amoral faith, and drapes the colourless coils, in original chaste. tears, will to shed, stem from, the roots of loss or from sunny haste, Their remnants breeze an eeire calm, the trailing drops now brimm the heart; each moment lasts ceaselessly. tears of love, forever stay, From ideal springs of ardor it vales, With the becoming tide it trysts, a tremorous twilight its sway brings. Each wandered moment, it'll miss. In tears of glee, are forever framed, amorous engrams of youthlessness. these moments beyond, cannot be named, elusive with age are such blessed atavisms.