White When she weeps
When she weeps, the skies turn grey,
Her sorrow paints the dawn away.
Tears like rivers gently flow,
Whispering tales of silent woe.
Her fragile heart, a shattered glass,
Reflects the dreams that couldn’t last.
In every drop, a world of pain,
Yet through the storm, she stands again.
Though clouds may linger in her eyes,
Hope still hides in tear-filled skies.
For in her tears, a strength is born,
To rise once more with every morn.
©Amen
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