DISSAPOINTED.

An evening of an expected bloom
turned a decent doom
as its wind influenced your aroma
and left me in a delusion of coma

I sensed the quake
not certain for a wake
as i was humbled to my fate
to fight the fake no matter the rate

I understand your prose
and i can cope with the woes
despite the aftermath of this
that i pray turns bliss

In a wish of two do not be selfish
make it vivid for the wind to fish
as its results humbles obstacles
and paves way for triumphant an article.

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