Every now and then,
The salty drops of water cover the eyes, where it seems hard to hold them tight. I call them tears…
While wondering why all these unstoppable tears love my dry cheeks so dearly,
I run my fingers through the dry skin, with the fear of being observed by the unknown eyes.
I smartly pull the end of my sleeves with my hands and wipe them all…
Have to work it this way,
And I call this yet another day of hide and seek.