Tears fall like raindrops from the sky,
A language of emotions, none can deny.
Each drop a story, a whispered sigh,
In the realm of tears, hearts can't lie.
They cleanse the soul, like a gentle stream,
Carrying sorrows, as in dreams we gleam.
Each tear, a release, a heartfelt theme,
In the tapestry of emotions, they redeem.
Tears speak words that lips cannot convey,
A symphony of feelings in night or day.
They wash away pain that clings and stays,
Leaving behind strength, come what may.
They speak of wounds that run so deep,
A river of emotions we struggle to keep.
Tears of pain, in their silent sweep,
A language of the heart, its secrets to reap.
With each tear that falls, a piece of us goes,
Emotions intertwined, like thorns in a rose.
Tears of pain, like an ocean's throes,
Release the hurt, as healing slowly grows.
Yet in the midst of tears that fall,
There's strength within us to stand tall.
Tears of pain, they're not our downfall,
But a journey towards healing, through it all.
So let them fall, these tears so true,
A testament to the human heart's value.
In tears, we find healing, and anew,
Embracing the raindrops, like morning dew.
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Pain into Poetry
Poetry"**Pain into Poetry: A Journey of Metamorphosis**" A deep metamorphosis unfolds on the pages of the book "Pain into Poetry". This book is an odyssey through the human experience, where the art of poetry develops from the crucible of pain. In the com...
