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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.
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*Armth (obsolete) = Poverty, Misery.
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