Just Me Reuter
Just Me Reuter Poems
|2.||Blooms Of Passion And Pain||3/16/2007|
|9.||The Night Sky||4/14/2007|
|10.||It Doesn'T Really Matter||6/9/2007|
Blooms Of Passion And Pain
The garden was planted with love, passion, dreams and hope. Nuturing each blossom with tenderness and care. Allowing the sunshine to penatrate each petal, the rain to nourish each root.
The garden bloomed, caressed with gentle breezes producing strong, healthy flowers, stamen and stems. The touch was soft, the fragrance intoxicating, the sight wonderous to behold.
Reds, pinks, yellows, blues, purples, whites, bright and glorious amongst the lush variations of greens, browns, beneath the skies of vivid blues, with whispy clouds chasing birds in full circles.