The last rose of the summer

Half awaken with red eyes half closed

 A white soul quietly retaken

The yellow garden withered and black wind

    Laughed at summer’s forsaken

An overloaded heart poorly jumping
     At the gate of moor 
For locating an anguish love feeling
    Upon the exit of roar

The fever gone nowhere to trace
     Like a dew under the sun
The tide of ocean ebbed with halobios  
    Believe its brave return

Where to see the shadow of flowers?
     The moon hidden in dark
Who to tell the mood of thrilled spirits?
    A rose sighed in a night of sleepless