In the wilderness (Poetry)

Lost in the wilderness of love
She walks across this land
Which were laid with roses once
Now reduced to sand

In every speck of dust floats
The memories of those days
Those times of fun and laughter
And those pleasant ways

The dust rises and settles
And she sees those faces
Which in the mist of her mind
Have left inerasable traces

She lost them with the gust of a wind
And paid the dues of her life
And now each new day
To live means to strive

She walks here now
With the desire in her head
Either they return
Or she be dead.