i wrote this poem after seeing this picture an hour ago;))
Forlorn Bouquet
Winter trees sigh with love in its wrap
Love reaches the freezing point in its sap,
Summertime's murmurs are hushed
like autumn leaves lifeless crushed,
Snow covers land with its hard crust
Quivers of foregone love just burst,
Half the night she wastes in sighs
In dreams she sees delight of skies,
Locked eternally in orbital chase
Imaginary hands held her in embrace,
Time passes but no memory slips
Bonded always no truth escapes,
Bitter-sour-sweet all is undone,
Bouquet of flowers twine as one;))