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.
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.
A Wandering Poet 