Aromatic Ambiance Accessed
Along the ambrosial garden alleyway
of assorted colors, it appeared we ambled together
for ages, until an atrocious angst of afflicting storm
blew away all the flowers abloom for us.
As apathy rent asunder my dreams gone awry
the embrace of the empty amorous arms
avidly amassed the splinters of my shattered heart.
In the pull-apart arcane aperture of anguish
my ardent ardor dissipated away in thin arid air.
After all these agonizing years adrift alone,
a dazzling day dawned above the debris of hope.
With auspicious aura of attractive future fascinating
my appetency arose afresh as the dust of my dream.
The allure of the affable smile on your face aglow,
I once adored, amply assured me I could assuage
my acrid feeling and absolve myself of
the abysmal attribution of abject remorse.
When I accessed your aromatic ambiance
in abandoned garden with vestige assembled again,
I became an aspirant butterfly afloat
with the tapestry of winged ecstasy
on the adornment of your amazing beauty.
October 12, 2019
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