In the quiet of the night, tears softly fall,
A gentle rain of sorrow, an endless call.
The stars bear witness to the silent cries,
As the heart unveils its hidden skies.

Beneath the moon’s tender, silver gaze,
Emotions dance in a quiet, mournful haze.
Every drop a story, a whispered plea,
In the night’s embrace, the soul is free.

The wind carries echoes of forgotten dreams,
In the tears, a river of unspoken streams.
A symphony of sadness plays on the breeze,
As the night cradles the heart’s unease.

In the solitude, the tears find their way,
Guided by the moon’s gentle sway.
A healing balm for the weary soul,
In crying, a broken heart finds its role.