The Language of Tears
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Tears are feelings, deep and true,
A language that the heart will use.
In their silent, shimmering flow,
Emotions rise, and feelings show.
They fall in joy, they fall in pain,
In moments of loss or in gain.
Each drop a story, soft and clear,
Of what we hold so close, so near.
Tears can speak where words fall short,
In tender moments, they escort.
They grace the cheeks with liquid light,
Reflecting sorrows, pure delight.
When happiness floods the soul,
Tears can make the heart feel whole.
In laughter's burst, in love's embrace,
They trace a path on a smiling face.
In grief, they flow like rivers wide,
A testament to love inside.
They cleanse the wounds that time can't heal,
And show the pain that’s truly real.
They are the echoes of our fears,
The traces left by heartfelt years.
A sign of courage, a mark of grace,
They tell the truths we often face.
Through tears, we find our deepest selves,
In hidden places, where hope dwells.
A well of strength, where sorrows merge,
And emotions rise, and feelings surge.
So let the tears fall when they might,
In day’s embrace or in the night.
For in their course, they gently reveal,
The heart's true voice, its raw appeal.
Each tear a symbol of the soul’s deep cry,
A reminder that we live, we try.
In their delicate, unspoken plea,
Feelings and emotions are set free