Silent whispers down the pane,
Melting diamonds descending,
Incessantly present in all ways,
A waterfall out of a hill,
A lake out of a dip in the road,
Bespeaking the tears of those who cannot,
Melting away the sorrow.
It is it's own release,
No need for others empathy,
Pouring out of the sky as readily
as it pours out of my pen,
So we can move on.
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