Rain

I think of Charlie Chaplin, as I walk through rain. He said he likes walking in the rain, as no one can see his tears.

I know I’ll be busy and back to a normal routine after getting back home.

Yet, these moments of solitude and raindrops bring so much to the surface – emotions I dare not admit to myself.

droplets on petals

stain consciousness, slip like tears

-forgotten sorrows

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