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When Tears Fall

Updated on July 16, 2016
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my hubby, Martin & cat, Sid.

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 profile image

      Madan 12 months ago from Abu Dhabi

      Lovely; sweet and sad poem

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      manatita44 12 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 12 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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      Ruby Jean Fuller 12 months ago from Southern Illinois

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

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 12 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you emge.

      Thank you Manatita.

      Thank you Venkatachari

      Thank you Ruby

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      Cynthia B Turner 12 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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      Demas W Jasper 12 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 12 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 12 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      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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      Dianna Mendez 11 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 11 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Dianna.

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      Shauna L Bowling 11 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 11 months ago from Riga, Latvia

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

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      FlourishAnyway 9 months ago from USA

      A sad and cleansing poem

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 8 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you FlourishAnyway.

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