In the silence of midnight’s shadowed hue,
Tears descend, whispers of anguish anew.
They carve unseen rivers upon weary skin,
A tempest released from a storm within.
Each drop holds the fragments of heartache untold,
Memories buried, now brave and bold.
Tears of joy or sorrow, grief or cheer,
They reflect all we’ve treasured, all we fear.
They cleanse the soul, like a gentle rain,
Washing away layers of lingering pain.
From salted streams, resilience will grow,
For through every cry, strength starts to show.
Do not shun tears, let them freely fall,
For they carry the essence of it all.
Each weep is a chapter, a story’s reprise,
The language of hearts, unmasked through the eyes.
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