THE ROSE WITHOUT FRAGANCE.

I

ITS FRAGANCE, WALKED AWAY WITH THE AIR AND THE MOON.

IN TIMES OF FARAONS AND DUNES.

FROM THE SPHINX, OF INERT GLANCE, FACING WEST.

DRAGGED BY A MURKY NILE, 
THAT ONE, OF A SILENT MIRE.

BASKET OF TULLE , DRESSED SOFTLY BY A SANDY HAND.
THAT PUSHED THE SENDER.

THE JEWISH PURPLE ROSE, DANCED WITH THE WABES, 
TO A PROMISE  SURRENDED

INSPIRING LOVE FROM THE WATERS, 
WITH PETALS OF SILK.

FLIRTING TO HER LOVED PRINCE.

GRABBED HIS HISTORY NAME, WITH STRONGLY IVY TIES.

DESINTEGRATING THE STONES AFTER YEARS OF DRIES

THE PURPLE JEW, LEFT HER PETALS AND THORNS, 
SLEPT ON A SADLY BOARD.

THE RIGID STAKE, WAS PICKED BY A NIGHTINGALE,
WHO DREAMED AND BLEW.

CROSSED THE SEVEN SEAS. WITH DULLY WINGS, 
THAT FLEW AWAKE.

LANDING TIRED ON NEW STONES, 
BURYING THE STAKE ON THE SANDY SHORE.

IN A SOIL BY CENTURIES DRY. SPLIT A LIGHTNING A STAR, THEN…THE RAIN.

THE SEAS, FALL DROPS FROM THE SKY.

THE SPRINGS, FALL DROPS FROM THE GROUNDS.

THE GLANCES, FALL TEARDROPS FROM THE EYES,
ALL WATERED, THE STAKE DRIED.

TWELVE IMPATIENT WALNUTS,
WERE ALSO SHOWERED.

SPROUT THE NEWLY LEAF, 
AFTER FOUR, THE NEWLY ROSE.

THE OLD PURPLE JEW, 
DANCING..RECOVERED THE SPARKS.

THE SKY, THE SPRINGS, THE EYES AND THE NIGHTINGALE FLIGHT.

GARNISHED AGAING YOUR BEAUTIFUL HAIR,

AND THE GARDEN OF LIFE.