"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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What do we see when we look at the sky the flight of birds with bliss seeming nigh; the moon breathing its last sweet lullaby as dawn liberates dusk, kissing a goodbye; the shyily blushing Sol in morn's hours wee glowing gold amid lovers' fading ecstasies; the ether ethereally clad in aerial amber veil bejeweled with cloudy sighs of untold tales;
of dreamy wishes and our whimsical desires seeking love far and wide in hearts bemired; but love, I wonder, if truly exists elsewhere beyond nature and her miraculous spheres; for tragically love seems to have withered within deceptive intents of humans' seared; doleful it is for love is only a heartbeat away ever only a hairbreadth away, never to stay.
