In the quiet of the night they fall, unseen, unheard,
Whispering tales of sorrow, joy, and unspoken words.
Each droplet a memory, a fragment of the soul,
Cascading down the cheeks, making the heart whole.

Tears, the silent language of our deepest fears,
Flowing like rivers, washing away the years.
In their salt, we find solace and release,
A momentary respite, a fleeting peace.

They speak of love lost and dreams anew,
Of heartaches endured and skies once blue.
In their shimmer, reflections of what once was,
Bearing witness to life’s unending cause.

So let them fall, these precious, sacred drops,
For in their descent, time momentarily stops.
Embrace the tears, for they are part of the story,
The silent guardians of our pain and glory.