Fearing my past is exposed

On the dark streets
thick with gloom.
The flowers trembled
as I approached.
I knelt down talking
of extreme sorrows.
I told them
“A thing of mystery
is this heart,
even in darkness”
We all agreed
to focus on the heart.

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