Teardrops fall like a soft, silent rain,
Whispers of heartache, traces of pain.
Each one a story, a memory released,
Sorrows and joys, emotions unleashed.

Glistening trails on a weary face,
Moments of sorrow, moments of grace.
In each teardrop, a piece of the soul,
Healing and breaking, making us whole.
© Nidhi30