Beneath a sky of midnight's veil,
Whispered secrets softly sail,
Stars ignite in cosmic flight,
Painting stories in the night.
Moonlight weaves a silver thread,
Through dreams and fears, it treads,
Emotions swirl in silent song,
A symphony of sorrows long.
Let tears fall as raindrops play,
Cleansing heartache, washing away,
In the depths of night's embrace,
Find solace in its gentle grace.
In shadows cast by memories,
A tapestry of life's mysteries,
Whispers of forgotten years,
Tinged with both joy and tears.
A symphony of heartstrings' ache,
Each note a story, each pause a break,
Eyes closed, emotions take flight,
Dancing through the realm of night.
A canvas painted with shades of blue,
Echoes of moments once held true,
Let your tears be the artist's stroke,
Creating beauty in every evoke.
For in the tears that freely flow,
A river of emotions starts to grow,
In vulnerability, strength is found,
As healing tears softly abound.
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