Tears, small drops of sorrow's sea,
Each a verse in pain's poetry.
They speak of tales untold, unseen,
Echoes of hearts in anguish keen.
In literature's pages, they find their place,
Lines of sadness, lines of grace.
Each tear a word, each drop a line,
In the saga of a soul's design.
From eyes they fall like gentle rain,
Yet carry storms of inner pain.
They shimmer with the light of grief,
A mosaic of anguish, beyond belief.
In pain and sorrow, they find release,
In the language of tears, there lies peace.
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