Liars
are those who say they always cry
in rain. How hard is it to dry
tears? Breathing rain-washed soil, I
got up. I had to give it a try
today. I climbed to the roof to lie
down. And faced the dark grey sky
above. I needed tears but why
cry? So I had to tell a lie
to Heart. And yet Heart did reply
to me, 'Sorrow? Are you not shy
enough? Just drops should make you fly
with joy.' Yes, those drops lay on eye-
-glasses. Can brine just flow through my
cheeks? No! I have never come by
pain. None of true feelings apply
to me. I'm just one of those sly
Liars.