Perfume of Withered Roses

It is summer yet, and the last roses fade to gloom,

in the searing heat of our midnight silence,

and the parting shadows of a distant moon,

in this darkness,

the night is clearest than parting day,

the last rose of summer; limp...

like silliness of our dismay!

by:

A.r. Bazian

Reviews

[B]

Oh thats beautiful :)
It really is

[A.r. Bazian]

Thank you... I'm glad you like it!

[Sami Khalil]

Withered but not forgotten. The perfume that lingers on and on even after the fate. The memory that lives on...Kudos...:)...........

[A.r. Bazian]

A pleasure to write for you... thank you

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome compellingly. ....::::)))))