In the silent hours of nightâs embrace,
Tears fall like whispers upon the face.
Each drop a story, untold yet true,
A river of emotions quietly breaking through.
The world may never hear their gentle plea,
Yet in their flow, a soul feels free.
They speak of joy, of pain, of dreams,
A tapestry woven with silvery streams.
In moments of solitude, they softly dance,
Reflecting the light of a hopeful glance.
Through every tear, a heart finds release,
Amidst the chaos, a fleeting peace.
So let them fall, these tears of grace,
For in their journey, we find our place.
A language pure, beyond the art,
When tears speak, they heal the heart.