Perfume of Withered Roses

Perfume of Withered Roses

A Poem by A.r. Bazian

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

© 2014 A.r. Bazian


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Oh thats beautiful :)
It really is

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.r. Bazian

2 Years Ago

Thank you... I'm glad you like it!
Withered but not forgotten. The perfume that lingers on and on even after the fate. The memory that lives on...Kudos...:)...........

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.r. Bazian

2 Years Ago

A pleasure to write for you... thank you
Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

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

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A.r. Bazian
A.r. Bazian

Amman/Salt, Middle East, Jordan



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