Tears fall in silence, a language unknown,
Each drop a story, a pain we've outgrown.
They carve paths on faces, etching the past,
Moments we hold, though they slip so fast.
Born from the heart, where truth often hides,
Tears are the rivers where sorrow resides.
They cleanse, they reveal, the depths we don't share,
In the quiet of night, they show we're still there.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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