Title: "Tears of the Soul"
Tears, like raindrops, fall from eyes so wide,
Each one a story, a silent tide.
They speak of joys and sorrows untold,
Of dreams that blossom, of hearts grown cold.
In every tear, a tale resides,
Of love and loss, where hope abides.
They trace the contours of a soul's deep well,
Where emotions rise and gently swell.
Tears of laughter, tears of pain,
Each one is a link in life's grand chain.
They cleanse the spirit, wash away the fears,
Reflecting the essence of our inner spheres.
So let them fall, these tears so pure,
For they are the essence of what endures.
In every drop, a piece of the whole,
A testament to the depths of the soul.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
Annmarie writes.com
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