This looks like the gates. These flowers were my story. Stories of my past. My present. And a hopeful future. This garden of mine was both painful for me to open up and share. But also liberating. Full of lessons I'd been taught. Things I've learned. And things I yearn for. But beyond my interpretation I hope my lovely visitors were hugged by each and every flower. Twenty-seven flowers is sufficient I hope.
There were hugs of sadness. Of forgiveness. Even ones of karma. If you all have a flower you particularly love let me know. I'd love to see them. My favorites are Osteoperum 'Soprano White' and Nerium Oleander. But moving on along. I hope this tour of the garden of sunrise or sunset was worthwhile. I hope it is something each and every visitor enjoys in some way; no matter how large or small. Maybe I'll see you all again. Perhaps out in the great yawning beyond? Or in salty seas? Until next time. Take care! And feel free to visit your favorite flowers again.
~PleasantMajority
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Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs
PoetryHey all! This is just a collection of primarily free-verse poems I've created. Every poem is a different flower with a theme. To give the feeling of warmth and healing. With a sprinkling of finding resilience from within. That is the overall goal. E...
