Treading of footsteps throughout my mind.
Of days gone past I should have been kind.
Rose petals falling, loving words never said.
Lone flowers unplanted, a void in my head.
Vacant spaces, channels not making sense.
Vast chasms of darkness, held in suspense.
Retracing my steps, I paint these halls bright.
With glorious blooms, I put my wrongs right.
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