Brood

In the Garden of Remembrance

where there is only Beleaguer

Chatoyant her eyes where

Desuetude was in his eyes

Dissemble was in his fate

Emollient he thought she will be

Erstwhile he had given his all

Fetching was her face

Gambol were their fates

Halcyon they where for some time

Imbue was the situation 

Lagniappe was the boy

Moiety should have been now

Opulent was his life ,none left

Panoply of pain was he enduring

Redolent he seeked  in every corner they met

Ripple of her mysteries came

Talisman wasn’t left in him

Wherewithal sadness knocked 

Death he begged for

Died and never forgiven.




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