Merging Tears

I drink my happy or sorrowful tears

Like sweet and sour lemonade   

and I’m learning to earn peacefulness

I’m a pink Rose flower growing

In the middle of thorny branches

With the decoration of morning dew

I’m a mustang in the group of horses 

I’m the lion king of the deep wild forest

I’m the potter’s clay so you can mold me

I have a special quality of malleability

To shape the way you feel to mold me

I’m at your disposed, My gorgeous Lord

I do not know how to speak to you

So have no sweet and sour words

Please accept me as I am to merge

Like a pinch of sugar or salt

Slowly immersed in the water 

Without any residue left