My Psychedelic Verses
Words from the heart, mind and soul of a writer seeking solace in alphabets.
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Girl with the Plum
Innocent as the first bloom in spring,
Loving as the warm rays of the Sun,
Her lips smiles along with the hymn,
As she walked with her basket of plum.
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