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.