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When the Dark Days Come

Updated on October 14, 2017
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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. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Days drift by uneventfully,

days of happiness and bliss,

when it is just you and I


and the door on the world is shut tight.


Tears, worries and fears,

when the rain starts to fall,

when storm clouds roll across the skies -


when the dark days come.


Doubts and thoughts,

that cannot be controlled,

my mind in a whirl of discontentment -


when the dark days come.


My thoughts like butterflies,

scattered like clouds through the skies,

I dream and I wonder why -


when the dark days come.


Then I long to stray,

far, far away,

down a country road -


when the dark days come.

There nature heals

and song birds sing,

the river rushes by as gulls bob on the water.


There beneath a tall oak tree,

I can sit and remember,

so many wonderful things and precious memories –


when the dark days come.


It cleanses my soul

and refreshes my mind,

puts things back into perspective -


when the dark days come.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Jackie.

      Thank you Linda.

      Only the butterflies know for sure FlourishAnyway.

      Thank you Israel.

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      Jackie Lynnley 5 weeks ago from The Beautiful South

      Very good, great song and love the way you set up the poem. Very original.

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      Linda Crampton 5 weeks ago from British Columbia, Canada

      The darkness of the photo and the beautiful light at the top fit your poem very well. I love your description of the dark days and of the healing power of nature.

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      FlourishAnyway 5 weeks ago from USA

      Now you've made me wonder where the butterflies go when it's stormy. They probably hide under leaves, not sure.

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      Israel Mercado 5 weeks ago

      Full of emotion. Well written.