There is something beautiful about tears

Eyes glossy, filling your sight with sorrow.
A single blink and the heaviest rain drop weighing on your heart;
Suddenly drains.
The journey from your lower eye lid
All the way down your cheek begins.
One enters the crevices of your nostril
Another to edge of the lips that have become foreign to a smile
The salty sorrow rests on your tongue
The last hangs on your chin
All these tears are to be dried by a wind, wiped with a cloth or by a dear friend
But in the end, the salty sorrow is no more
There is truly something beautiful about Tears.    By Lady_infinity09