POEM: A bath for your past

POEM: A bath for your past

Bring your bleeding heart
and your tainted past
for a bath at the park.

Run it under the breeze,
Sink into the quiet
whispers of the trees,
Let the birdsong lather
up the crusted mind,
Soak in the sunshine
to wash away
your fossilized tears.

See the purity in the eyes
Of the squirrel passing by?
You
are part of that reflection.

(does this sound familiar? I re-worked it from a previous post!)

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