Yesterday this resilient fringe of woods
Were resplendent as a burning wild fire!.
I walk and walk, nonchalant and brave
In this deserted trail, like a forlorn child
The ashes hover in the late dusky sky
As the charred remains of branches raise
The singeying leaves turn a lost breeze
To a saddening string of musical sounds
I carry along a canvas where
Beautiful memories of you belong
The blissful joys innocence brings
The delight from which warm tears spring
And like little dimples on scorched dry sand
By the first few drops from the rains in June
It quenches my torment for love in the remains
Of a delightful desperation of pining heartWww@QuestionHome@Com