ReSHmA'S fLOwER gaRdEn!

Reshma

Reshma


This is for the girl who calls herself Merlin (Which I DO know how to spell, as opposed to her real name that I love, but mess up all the time - Reshma.) You can usualy find her online, poking people, at Cirrus Nebula. She's too stubborn to make a page on her own, something my ego of course refuse to listen to, so I hereby give you...Reshma's Flower Garden , all colourized for her viewing pleasure ;)


Poem of The week

My Star

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,

My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

Robert Browning

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