Tears
Tears
Tears like a warm summer rain, help cleanse the heart and soul.
They give you the knowledge that when we wake the next day,
The fresh smell of that summers rain, remind of us of the beauty GOD created and never
meant for us to mourn the living or loved who have left us.
Each season passes and we wonder what we’re meant to do; we question our motives of the
past and the plans for the new. We forget to let the past be gone and start out new like with
the wonderment of all that is out there to capture because we can’t close the door that says
yesterday is gone and tomorrow has not arrived and today is where I am and where the new
beginning is going to start.
Just as the leaves change colors and the snowflakes fall from above
We go on living and wondering what if? Shed the tears and let the beauty of our friends and
those we love and love us
Bring that last tear we shed for all the yesterday’s.
Flow my tears cleanse my heart and soul let the pain drift
Away just as I have wiped the last tear.
Rose M Bauerle 2008
Copyright © Rose Bauerle | Year Posted 2008
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