Draw me a tear, artist. Take the brushes, don't refuse me! Light---like a drop of dew. Severe---like a drop of hatred. Wavy---like causeless anger. Meek---like a silent caress. Profound---as a tacit sin. Proud---like unreasonable love. Clear---like quiet skies. Gloomy---like a whirlwind raging. Draw me a tear, artist! Draw me a real tear! Throw the palette aside. Take the colours from my soul! Dig deep with the brushes, do not leave it concealed and covered. And if a tear is shed--- and comes out a call even from souls frozen, a moan of pain or love, I will know that you drew me.
