Tears {two }

You take tears as weakness But I not, I take it as a detergent To wash the shoot long accumulated inside To get the perspective of things straight and afresh, My heart has a rainbow which sends some gems On the apple cheeks like morning dew on the grass showing Seven colours, white on the top and at the bottom black when I see more beautiful dreams in my eyes being out of space tears roll down like pearls sometimes tears come out when the day is very beautiful and it is quickly passing out tears are weakness for those who connect them with fears my tears come when I see someone kills virtue and honesty my tears become angel- beautiful when they come not for me alone but for others too