I have seen,
Sometimes tears seep from the trunks of trees,
drops entangled in the roots of the banyan tree
just like an unfinished story lingering on my eyelids
Sometimes they fall as dew,
and sometimes they flow as a river
My tears, they come like rain
spontaneously,
sometimes someone touches me
like the first dewdrop on a leaf,
or someone places a sympathetic hand on my shoulder and suddenly
the sky of my mind fills with dark clouds
Sometimes in the tune of a song,
sometimes in the fireflies of a heartbeat,
sometimes in the river of a memory
these tears flow.
These tears are not a sign of my weakness,
but living proof
of the water source within me
where emotions grow like seeds
and one day
become strong trees capable of touching the sky
Sometimes,
a bird's song
lingers on the tip of my mind
injects moisture into the dry desert within me
Then the hidden meanings behind those songs
Flow forth in the form of my tears, sometimes quietly and sometimes swiftly
Sometimes a single word, like a gentle breeze, moves the curtain on a window
