Tears

I thought tear drops were precious...

Tear could be water mixed with poison,
the sins removed from one who repent,
the grief of a loss or death,
joyous of drops of rediscovery,
a mark of love while departing,
a tool of deception,
a mask for betrayal...

and at times, nothing but a salty water which rolls down the cheek, whose movement is felt so precisely, the bends the flow takes, and at last, the fall... a moment of separation from the cheek... following the surface tension and gravity, but creating certain situation in heart, beyond the laws of physics