My tears

In the depths of sorrow's embrace,
My tears cascade, a silent grace.
They speak of tales untold, unseen,
Reflecting the turmoil within me.

Each droplet, a glimpse of the soul,
A testament to the pain that unfolds.
They carry the weight of countless nights,
Where anguish and sadness take flight.

Yet, amidst the sorrow they contain,
A glimmer of hope, a subtle refrain.
For tears are not solely filled with despair,
But with resilience, they silently declare.

They cleanse the wounds, heal the scars,
Washing away the hurt that mars.
With every tear that falls like rain,
A new strength emerges, undeterred by pain.

So, let the tears flow, without any fear,
For they are the testament of a heart sincere.
In each teardrop, a story unfolds,
A reminder that even tears can be bold.

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