Ring those uttered words of hers,
Like the melody of a bittersweet symphony
And linger those fond memories
As charming as a sketch of a brilliant art!
As I walk alone along the barren paths
Of mouldering autumn leaves in the dark,
The street lights blur as I think of the past,
Whose fragrance make me spin and die, getting high!
Her voice united with cricket chirps and rustling leaves
Along with a tingling silence as a whole,
Strikes an emotional chord deep inside
As it stealthily drops down the soul!
Springs of joy sprout, out of nowhere,
In the arid land of nightmare,
Gifting it a new life of flowery trees,
Butterflies and buzzing honey bees.
A scene that I would wish to stare at, forever!