Under the hazy crescent
moon’s beams
she stands alone avoiding her name
the blossoms begs to her
but how the wild orchids can be tamed?
Her fragrance brightens the night
her loneliness a wolf
that lurks into the dark
She longs for the star
that hides away far
About the worldly affairs
her winter bloom will last till the spring's celebration
Maria Rodopoulou
the picture was created by me via chatgpt
