The Scent Of White Plum

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  • Lost Love

    The Scent Of White Plum
    Last night I awoke from a dream.

    And in it lingered the scent of white plum.

    I saw you again, love.

    Your aroma surrounded my heart and

    filled my eyes with tears.

    I turned and wrapped you in my arms,

    and you smiled your forgiveness and

    whispered goodbye.

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    tinamgoode commented on The Scent Of White Plum

    11-21-2009

    SWEET! Very nice...... keep up the good work. PEACE & SMILES....
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    drewking commented on The Scent Of White Plum

    02-12-2009

    awesome piece of work..
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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