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Sound of Tears


What is a tear?

Is it just a drop of water dripping from our eyes?

Let us stop and listen to the sound of the tears.

Quietly it speaks to me - telling tales abound


Today it says to me, I’m full of love and joy -

My name is Happiness.


Tomorrow, who knows who I’ll be

I may be tears of sorrow that you see

My name is Sadness.


Perhaps you are surrounded by smiles, jokes and fun.

As your body shakes with laughter - your eyes might set me free

My name is Joy.


Some days the world is full of frightful things

that make you feel afraid.

When you start to feel this way the tears may fall and say -

My name is Fear.


At times you may not even hear a sound but still the tears may fall.

The silence of these tears might tell you that I am all alone.

My name is Loneliness.


There are times the tears just start to flow

for no reason that you know

A feeling washes over you that makes you feel so calm

My name is Peace.


Your tears can mean so many things so stop and take

some time to listen to the sounds of the tears.


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