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Life Was Sweeter With Plums
When life was sweeter, with plums seeping through cheesecloth.
In slow fermentation, now sensual mellow. Toasting to a good
fellow, ringing the crystal. With so many mirrors and memories.
Autumn leaves turning to flame, wooed by the dancing claim,
and then falling past the vane. Here comes the rain on the golden
grain. Against a window pane, listening to the silence. Peeling
the onions of tears. Awakening the spirits of Autumn leaves
turning to flame.
In slow fermentation, now sensual mellow. Toasting to a good
fellow, ringing the crystal. With so many mirrors and memories.
Autumn leaves turning to flame, wooed by the dancing claim,
and then falling past the vane. Here comes the rain on the golden
grain. Against a window pane, listening to the silence. Peeling
the onions of tears. Awakening the spirits of Autumn leaves
turning to flame.
Published 5th May 2023
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5th May 2023 1:24pm
5th May 2023 4:14pm
Nice feel and aesthetic to it. As always, very original style and words. Holds its own. I enjoyed the read.
5th May 2023 4:18pm
