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When the Dark Days Come

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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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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