Whispers of the Soul

Silent streams of emotions cascade down,

A language of the heart, where words are not found.

In the realm of sorrow, tears take flight,

Expressing depths of joy, or wounds that bite.

Each droplet holds a story untold,

A symphony of feelings, precious and bold.

They fall like rain on a parched land,

Cleansing the soul with a tender hand.

Tears of laughter, a river of delight,

Binding hearts together, shining bright.

They dance on cheeks with radiant grace,

Leaving trails of joy in their hallowed space.

But tears of pain, a poignant release,

Aching hearts find solace, finding peace.

They carry burdens, heavy and deep,

Transforming wounds into memories to keep.

So let the tears flow, like gentle rain,

Washing away sorrow, healing the pain.

For in their embrace, emotions take flight,

Tears, the language of our soul's respite.