tEARS

If your eyes tear ducts posess,
do not maim them in false pride,
if an urge to weep comes.

Haste, be quick to weep,
for weeping has a voice.
A voice as music upon dreaded ears:
every tempo right on time,
it's rhythm specific.

Make your eyes private though,
for tears wept in secret,
are those which wash the soul of all impurity