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The rain to us is life from above
But what if they were the tears from above?
From those long gone and those in our thoughts
From our past brothers and sisters that are now long gone
The tears on the glass are a witness to this
There they stain the glass with those thoughts from above
Oh to hear what each drop could pronounce
A journey long awaited to drop on us
The tears from above is the way I see them
Calling us today to remember their names
The tears from above are for me to remember
In times lapse of wonders will I never forget
And when you see those tears from above
Those that we call rain
Just remember the name
Of those gone before as they watch from above
And give a thought from what comes from above
And never forget the tears from above

Copyright © Juan N. Bonilla All Rights Reserved
Image Credit: ME


  1. Sometimes it seems that way. May I reblog to “Tales of Unwise Paths”?

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  2. A lovely poem, that made me think of my mother who just passed in December…it will be reassuring now during those April showers…they are reminders of people from above who are thinking of us.:) Thanks for visiting my blog as well.


  3. semalij · · Reply

    What a powerful piece and a great read.


  4. This is beautiful! I look forward to reading more. Thanks for following my blog.


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