They fall like rain on a storm night,
You can get them to stop once you start
Happy ones
Sad ones
Or just because you feel like it.
They are endless waterfalls on our face.
Cleanses the soul, gives way to strength
and we rejuvenates the spirit.
My tears,
Tears in a jar waiting to be poured.
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