A poet describing the world
Tears Can Heal
A warm tear slips down the face,
From deep inside, a hidden place.
Another follows, on the other cheek,
As if it, too, has truth to speak...
What happened? The soul is weeping—
Who's to blame for pain so deepening?
Life is a weave with needles so sharp,
Cross them wrong—it pierces the heart.
Emotions clash, connections fray,
Troubles and storms won't go away.
Often an illness, silent and sly,
Takes the body—no reason why.
What remains? A glimmer of hope,
Through the window, faith starts to cope...
Clear tears have no earthly price,
But in the soul, they heal like ice.
Let them flow—they know the way,
And trick the pain that wants to stay.
Don’t stop them—they are the last,
Guarding feelings, loyal and vast.
Silence, sorrow, then a tear—
Don’t wipe it off. It brings you near.
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