As The Tears Fall

Pain is only temporary.

As the tears fall from the eye of the weeper,
With clouds as dark as the cloth of the reaper.

His anger thunders, his misery rumbles,
And the tears fall, one after another.
The droplets of agony, are leaving his system.

Finally when the storm has died down and gone,
The weeper looks down and sees a flower begin to blossom.

From his tears of agony he has given life,
From his tears of pain came a flower full of delight.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This is beautiful poetry! Brave are those who shed silent tears and yet smile on the outside while showing none to the others of how much they suffer. I like your composition.