"An Isolophile's Collection of Poetical Scrolls & Quotical Scribbles contain the depths of reality as reflected upon, by an isolophile who dwells within the vibrancy of philosophical solitude and artistry of kaleidoscopic mindscape and beyond."
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Oh how miraculously blooms a blossom springing blushingly from Nature's bosom; stretching and unfolding its tender petals with joy surging aglow for life's lively festal.
Oh how the summer rays lavishes warmth igniting inspiring grace and dispelling armth; maturing the gentle pink to a crimson deep as blossoms embrace their passion asleep.
Oh how beautifully does the life surrenders its ardent bonds alike the withering flowers; as with rain of Autumnal Days fades all pain while virescence evanesce to auburn again.
Oh how gently do the ivory slivers fall 'n kiss alike an echo of eternal sleep's lulling bliss; coruscating with a vow to restore breaths when melts the frost of numinous death.
