In the hush of the night, as tears softly fall,
A whisper silent, a tender call
Moonlight tracing shadows, painting pallid sight,
Speaking quietude, under the soft twilight
World laughs, yet the sound is alone,
Shadows of joy, but the resonance is stone
On gleaming faces, tears carve a narrow lane,
From a heart so barren, where feelings never reign
Joy's symphony, roars from distance vast,
Amidst the crowd, just one face is cast
Feelings’ realm, dawns newly found,
Seen afar, understanding yet bound
Laughter's elusive, within sight yet far,
Joy whispers softly, teaching in quiet, no bar
Silence deepens, in each struggle’s fight,
In their tears, plead for insight, light
Tears fall, painting tranquil night,
Crafting scenes in waning moonlight
Reflecting despair, clarity is all,
Shedding masks under sorrow’s thrall
Gaze into tears, truth has its stare,
Awakening self, a sight so rare
Feelings’ spark, from deep within,
From wells of tears, a new order begins
In the hush of the night, as tears softly fall,
A whisper silent, a tender call
Moonlight tracing shadows, painting pallid sight,
Speaking quietude, under the soft twilight
In the language of tears, clarity is found,
In profound silence, amidst mournful sounds
A silent testament to resilience unfading,
In the silent void, one figure, unchanging