When Tears Fall

Quiet days of reflection,

thoughts can sometimes,

bring me down.

When tears fall,

nothing seems right -

the gloom has descended.

Heavy is my heart,

when tears fall,

there seems to be no joy.

The laughter has all gone

and I wonder how to go on.

Time to hold on to the faith,

that somewhere rainbows fill the sky.

Love and laughter can still fill the soul,

make heart whole.

It’s the wonder of dancing in the rain –

that still brings back childish joy.

When tears fall,

it takes much to find -

the smiles left behind.

To turn things around.

lift me off of the ground,

make life glad once more.

Dreaming daydreams,

to a rock and roll beat,

still makes it seem so neat.

When tears fall,

wondering why it must be so -

perhaps no one knows,

but there can be times -

when a heavy heart,

doesn’t know which way to turn.

All of the passion of living,

of giving still does a slow burn.

Smoldering embers of love,

still glow.

When tears fall,

it seems the sun ,

has left the sky

and taken all the happiness away.

Then long walks in quiet forests,

where the wind whispers through the pines,

can still make it all come together.

make me want to go on.

It’s only when the shadows gather,

when the gray skies bring rain

and when tears fall.

© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee

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emge 7 months ago from Abu Dhabi

Lovely; sweet and sad poem

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manatita44 7 months ago from london

Yes, sweetness and sadness combine;

They are both whispering through the pine.

Touching poetry, Rasma.

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Venkatachari M 7 months ago from Hyderabad, India

Nice poem. A mixture of hope and despair. It is the combination of both that's life.

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always exploring 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

Dancing in the rain will make the blues go away. Beautiful Rasma!!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you emge.

Thank you Manatita.

Thank you Venkatachari

Thank you Ruby

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Cyndi10 7 months ago from Georgia

It's inevitable to have those sad days, but they help us appreciate the happy days even more. Beautifully poignant poem. Take care.

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Perspycacious 7 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

This is beautiful! Harvesting apricots here, and they fall too, if not picked in time. Still good, but softened by their fall. Hot and dry now, so falling tears would be welcomed by our gardens! Nice reading you again.

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schoolgirlforreal 7 months ago from USA

Hi Gypsy

I enjoyed this poem, sweet and sentimental, sad but hopeful, remembering the positivity of having faith!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Cyndi.

Thank you Demas. Our apple trees are heavy with apples and our tomatoes, cucumbers and pumpkins are starting to grow. Good luck with the apricots.

Thank you Rosemary

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teaches12345 6 months ago

I do enjoy a quiet rain but it can also come during a moment of painful reflection. Love your words and thoughts on rain.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 6 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Dianna.

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bravewarrior 6 months ago from Central Florida

Tears that fall in sadness are cleansing. Once we shed those tears, we accept the pain, work through it and begin again.

On a side note: that's a real oldie goldie by The Stones!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 6 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

That is so true Shauna. I have always loved that song.

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FlourishAnyway 4 months ago from USA

A sad and cleansing poem

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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you FlourishAnyway.

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