Tears fall like rain on a quiet night,
Silent whispers of a hidden fight.
In the heart's soft echo, they remain.
Of memories fading, of moments cold.
A cleansing river through the years.
Tears fall not out of weakness, but grace,
A release, a tender embrace.
In every tear, there's a strength we find,
A courage born from the heart and mind.
They fall, then fade, like morning dew,
Leaving space for something new.
And though they fall, they rise again,
In the healing after the rain.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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