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‘The Tears that Fall’

The tears that fall from grief, remorse or pain
Are futile, and will fail to heal the heart,
To change a river’s course with drops of rain
Will never ease the drought of inland parts.
When looks are spoiled and faces all awry,
Compassion quickly melts away like snow,
And tortured souls are left alone to cry,
Unstaunched, unloved, and drowning in the flow
Of Life’s indifference. Tears of laughter
Gushing forth, wash the weeping earth with bright
Promise of light-heartedness hereafter,
And channel melancholy into flight.
Though sadness leaves its molten core to cool,
Let streams of mirth refresh the stagnant pool. 

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