Where All Teardrops Go
Each teardrop falls, a quiet, glistening bead,
from moments full of joy to those that bleed;
no matter why it slips or where it lands,
it drifts into currents shaped by countless hands.
It joins a waterfall no eye can see,
a gentle tide of shared humanity;
each drop of laughter, heartbreak, or fear,
becomes a note within its tides of clear.
It flows in peace, a river soft and wide,
a place where every feeling learns to glide;
and when a tear rolls warm across your face,
you touch that hidden, ever growing place.
One day we’ll stand beside its breathtaking shore,
with everyone who cried and loved before;
a beach of light, where all our waters blend,
the brightest party where the tears all mend.
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