My… he was.. ’twas… like a zephyr on a wilting summer’s day..

… like the benign luminescence of a refulgent star that gently beckons as eventide dons her cloak of darkness.. an oasis enticing in a land arid and grown restive to be sated.. the primordial lilt of the surf coddling the wearily sentient.. the hushed fancies of nostalgia’s bittersweet yearning pandered to.. a cup that did runneth over with unscathed amorousness.. the heady aroma of a tropical blossom on a sweltering day..

…’twas an especial love that dared ventured to scale the precarious heights of Nirvana..

…’twas, alas foreordained doom.


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