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"A Language Spoken Without Words"

By IsraPublished 29 days ago 1 min read
Photo by Mayank Dhanawade on Unsplash

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.

sad poetry

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