The Dusty Hue,
In The Setting
Warm Sunlight,
I Slowly Walk Down This Autum Path,
Paved With Scattered Leaves And Tramped On Berries.
Red,
Bronze,
Golden Brown,
Crunching Beneath My Feet.
A Deep Warm Scent Excites My Heart,
Warmth And Love.
I Smile As Wonder What This Fragrance Could Be.
A Memory Of A Distant Child,
A Happy Playful Child,
Yet To Me,
I'm Left Feeling Some What Empty Inside.
For All The Innocent And Freedom,
Wrapped In A Thought,
Its Forgotten.
A Surrounding Despair,
Heartbroken I Leave This Distant Child,
No Memory Of Me,
Behind.
