In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,Where tears like gentle rain begin to fall,Each droplet tells a tale of secrets deep,Echoing the heart’s unspoken call.The moonlight dances upon the tear-stained cheeks,Illuminating sorrows hidden from sight,Behind closed eyes, a soul silently speaks,In the language of tears, pure and bright.Through the veil of weeping, strength is found,In the stream of emotions, courage flows,Unveiling truths in the silent sound,Where vulnerability beautifully glows.So let the tears fall, like rivers to the sea,For in their path, healing words are sown,In crying, the heart finds its liberty,And in the tears, love’s true essence is shown.