My Roses In a Pink Vase

Unread and scattered letters of a chilly and lonely Fall, as if a sudden whirlwind had come in and gone mad, ravaging everything...but leaving my roses in a pink vase intact: a waned memory of a lover with eyes incredibly beautiful! The usual and friendly bluebird felt my boredom, and started to make up cheerful notes to uplift me; I smiled, as a tearful child missing his lovable mom, and thanked him for his spontaneous sympathy! Snow will come to cover the lush meadow, where two sensuous lovers celebrated their love; and each sequence would bring serendipity... to make us taste an aromatic place of serenity! Desire will arouse me: when spring will be vibrant again, and my violin's strings need to come alive with a new melody, to surprise the larks that await in the fluttering pine tree... observing the rosebushes already dressed in shimmering green! My roses in a pink vase still daze in the cold light, and I keep them alive with this warm breath on a December' night... not letting my hope escape from me and be lost in eternity; will certainty dawdle in a gelid aurora emerging from the luminescent sea? i