In the gentle fall of evening's veil,
Tears cascade like gentle rain.
Each drop a story, a heartfelt tale,
Of joy and loss, of love's refrain.
Soft whispers on cheeks, they roam,
In quiet sorrows, finding home.
A language spoken without words,
In melodies of pain, unheard.
In tears of laughter, light does dance,
In tears of grief, a solemn trance.
Each tear a vessel, holding tight,
Emotions raw, in darkest night.
In rivers deep or oceans wide,
Tears flow, where hearts confide.
A testament to strength and fears,
In each tear shed, a healing nears.
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Isra Saleem
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