Tears

Sometimes 
I see a baby asleep 
rosebud lips parted 
fat cheek squashed 
plump limbs akimbo 
a hint of a smile 
playing on an angelic face 
and my eyes grow moist

Sometimes 
I see an exquisite rose
petals unfurled 
in perfect symmetry
a deep red as though 
dipped in blood 
and tears well up

But sometimes
while doing nothing at all 
an unnamed emotion 
squeezes my heart 
and I cry 

Not all tears need a season
Sometimes they flow 
for no reason at all

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