They show what words sometimes can't.
That feeling you get inside,
That you just can't describe.
The joy,
And hope.
They trace tracks on your cheeks
And roll off your face,
As if the feelings themselves could disappear.
But I think we all know that isn't possible.
But what we don't know is that each drop is a story
To cherish and treasure,
That we will never get back.

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