One day I will find the life I ’ve been given
One day I ‘ll love and laugh as if I forgotten

One night, one of those nights I will dream that
I am sleeping and not slipping away the second
night I will dream and be free and when I wake
up I will not feel the burden of the uncried tears

that feel like the water drop that is called the
ocean of the oceans but what is the notion in
all these?

I do not know. I keep waking up every day like today
and wonder:

- Whose tears do I carry like two sacks of
heavy winds underneath my cheek bones?

I have cried my tears . . . my tears are dead.

Who’s the owner of those uncried tears that just burden my
eyes? Will you cry for me? Please do . . . and I will listen carefully to every fallen tear, to every ghost- tear maybe it is your tears, maybe you are the owner of those uncried tears I carry with me every morning and every night I forget, live inside my own body, until I wake up and open my eyes? Come and take back your tears if

you miss them. . .