The Aureate Bosom!

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An endearing eventide phasis of bliss is staging so fine;

Graced in elusive imbues of tangerine and burgundy wine.

The fagged wings are harking back to their ardent comfy nests;

Blanking out sweats of tomorrow and all their piddly quests.

Flowers enshrouding their beaut beneath the mantle of twilight;

Solely to evince their colorized grandeur in the day-spring, bright.

The musings in water are sousing in plethora of glinting gold;

Parading a spectacular statement of placidity, Elysian and bold.

Embracing is the dusking sun, the all-time upstage skyline;

Watching is its fervid adorer, swaying on the caramel shoreline.


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The Sanctum of Solitude.

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Sullen clouds of ego have tardily beetled off and gone;

Egressed I humble, for savoring the unnamed divine.

Respiring mildly I, ecstasy, in the name of air so bare;

Conceived not I, ever so, life would be a howling affair.

 

Inebriated me amply, your bewitching fragrance;

Stupefied me staggeringly, your amaranthine brilliance.

Croaked I wholly for myself and subsisted purely for you;

Such unequaled sapidity of oneness, I nursed no clue.

 

Swallowed I, the span between love and beloved;

While cantillating reliably, your nectarine name aloud.

Oh my, benignant! Let me pulsate in your passion;

And let me get erred ceaselessly like curls in the ocean.

 

Accord me a mercy to commingle in your existence;

Do not keep me hankering for the hallowed substance.

Proffer me death from the unrelenting affray outside;

Sanctify my rebirth in the perfect  sanctum of solitude inside.


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