Let Those Tears Flow

Let Those Tears Flow short poem

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Let those tears flow!
Let them meet the pain!
Let them be again,
A reflection of your soul.
At times, listen to your heart,
At times, listen to your tears,
For they are the closest to you,
Than anyone else would be.
At moments, I have sensed your fears
That you have learnt to live with.
At moments, I have seen those tears,
That you have learnt to hide with
That deceitful smile of yours.
Let those tears flow
My dearest!
For at times, it is the pain
That gives us that hope
That happiness fails to be.

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It is an intense poem of deep feelings. The poet has emoted beautifully and gracefully.


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