A single tear, a silent fall,
A drop of grief, a heart so small.
The weight of loss, the aching void,
In tears of sadness, stories are told.
Like rain upon a parched soul,
They cleanse the wounds, they make us whole.
Each droplet carries a whispered sigh,
A fragment of a heart that cries.
The symphony of silent pain,
A melody of deep despair.
These tears of sorrow, a bitter sweet,
A testament to love so deep.
For in the depths of every tear,
A spark of hope, a flicker of cheer.
They remind us of the strength within,
The resilience that can always win.
So let them flow, these salty pearls,
A cleansing balm for wounded hearts.
For in the midst of deepest sorrow,
A ray of hope will always shine.
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The Art of the Words
PoetryA poetry collection is akin to a wildflower meadow. Each poem, a delicate bloom, possesses its unique hue, form, and fragrance. Together, they weave a tapestry of vibrant colors and captivating scents, igniting the imagination and stirring the soul.
