The garden is blooming now, perhaps slightly starting to go over, fading at the edges, but continuing on in beauty. There’s something extraordinary about this forgotten piece of land now flourishing into life. It is not a neat controlled place with a perfect lawn and straight edges, but instead is somewhere in between the tended and the wild
Born into a world, where words should work but it will wring out the tongue. I cannot fill the heart and eyes with all the love it can hold, because It takes so many years of youth and shame to flourish.
The garden was of various shades of brown during the dry season and it never seemed that it would come to life again. But when the rains came, with thunderstorms which did not let up for hours, the plants suddenly came alive. The garden could flourish with the proper nutrition, water and care; she talked to them but then they started to reply to here.
What a plant that has made it all complete! Morning stars flown to the edge of the garden in red beams of light. Some backing the ugly dirt and the lovely brown strings of fertile poison. Health!
In the early morning light, the sea was calm, yet full of promises. Beneath the surface, life thrived. There was vitality in every ripple, a testament to nature’s enduring spirit.
My family was like one of those overly garnished dishes, each member adding their own flair. A sprinkle of sarcasm here, a dollop of drama there. But together? An unforgettable feast of eccentricity.
The expanse was deceptive. What seemed barren held potential. Underneath the surface, dormant seeds waited for the right moment, ready to claim their space in the sun.
Amidst the muted tones of life, she sought color. The vibrancy in quiet conversations, the warmth in stolen glances. Everywhere, subtle moments, waiting to burst into radiant splendor.
Life’s a scribble, you know. Sometimes it’s messy and convoluted, but every so often, you find a curving, artful line that makes it all seem worthwhile. That’s where the magic lies.
The garden is green today, vines curling and twisting in swirls of sun-seeking life, the grass is wider than my finger, sharp as paper.
The garden is blooming now, perhaps slightly starting to go over, fading at the edges, but continuing on in beauty. There’s something extraordinary about this forgotten piece of land now flourishing into life. It is not a neat controlled place with a perfect lawn and straight edges, but instead is somewhere in between the tended and the wild
Lost in a second, three words thread from my heart. It comes with a note of caution. But I flourish in its place, the one we reside
Born into a world, where words should work but it will wring out the tongue. I cannot fill the heart and eyes with all the love it can hold, because It takes so many years of youth and shame to flourish.
The garden was of various shades of brown during the dry season and it never seemed that it would come to life again. But when the rains came, with thunderstorms which did not let up for hours, the plants suddenly came alive. The garden could flourish with the proper nutrition, water and care; she talked to them but then they started to reply to here.
What a plant that has made it all complete! Morning stars flown to the edge of the garden in red beams of light. Some backing the ugly dirt and the lovely brown strings of fertile poison. Health!
In the early morning light, the sea was calm, yet full of promises. Beneath the surface, life thrived. There was vitality in every ripple, a testament to nature’s enduring spirit.
My family was like one of those overly garnished dishes, each member adding their own flair. A sprinkle of sarcasm here, a dollop of drama there. But together? An unforgettable feast of eccentricity.
The expanse was deceptive. What seemed barren held potential. Underneath the surface, dormant seeds waited for the right moment, ready to claim their space in the sun.
Amidst the muted tones of life, she sought color. The vibrancy in quiet conversations, the warmth in stolen glances. Everywhere, subtle moments, waiting to burst into radiant splendor.
Life’s a scribble, you know. Sometimes it’s messy and convoluted, but every so often, you find a curving, artful line that makes it all seem worthwhile. That’s where the magic lies.