Red Streaks of Tears and Light

In the light shines rays of sorrow and despair, 

Where emotions weave and inflare, 

There exists a tale, both fragile and bright, 

"Red Streaks of Tears and Light."

 

A canvas painted with delicate strokes, 

Tragedy and hope interlaced, 

Where tears cascade in scarlet streams, 

A vivid testament of life's embrace.

 

Within the storm, sorrow finds its way, 

Through shattered dreams and shattered hearts, 

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker ignites, 

A beacon of light, where solace imparts.

 

Crimson teardrops fall upon the earth, 

Bearing tales of anguish and woe, 

But in their depths, a passion emerges, 

A fire ablaze, a love aglow.

 

In each scarlet stream, resilience dwells,

 The strength to mend and to heal, 

For the heart knows the rhythm of life, 

And the warmth that sorrows conceal.

 

As dawn breaks, the sky becomes ablaze, 

With hues of crimson and gold, 

Red streaks of tears transform into hope, 

In the story that time has yet to unfold.

 

For through the pain, beauty emerges,

 A symphony of emotions unbound, 

And in every tear that paints the night, 

A promise of healing is found.

 

So let the tears fall, like ruby rain,

 Let them wash away the burdens we bear, 

For in the depths of our darkest hours, 

Red streaks of tears and light declare

 

That life's tapestry is woven with care,

 With sorrow's touch and joy's embrace,

 And in the end, we shall prevail, 

With courage, love, and boundless grace.