The Withered Rose Comments
O withered rose! How can I still call you a rose?
How can I call you the longing of nightingale's heart?
Once the zephyr's movement was your rocking cradle
In the garden's expanse joyous rose was your name
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Longing for nightingale's heart! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The morning breeze acknowledged your benevolence The garden was like perfumer's tray by your presence My weeping eye sheds dew on you My desolate heart is concealed in your sorrow. wonderful poem. tony
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7/21/2025 10:42:14 AM # 1.0.0
The morning breeze acknowledged your benevolence The garden was like perfumer's tray by your presence /// wow excellent poem is written on the rose and its effectiveness