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?
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