Buried Memories Poem by Rupert Park

Buried Memories

Rating: 5.0


Sitting in an empty restaurant;
Everyone has left.

Gazing through an unclear window;
Through the film, I see

An infinite amount of raindrops,
Each with its own past,

Mingling in streams and puddles;
Becoming one.

The simplicity is overwhelming
As I join them outside.

Beckoning from my subconscious
What I've buried.

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