Plum, by Caitlin_Californication
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Plum
The fruit Plum is a unique piece of botany.
It reminds us of many things.
Thin, bitter skin, the constant reminder of those whom envy
us.
Sweet juice of tears we’ve spilt over loves lost.
Firm, multihued flesh of new and terrifying things to come
in life.
Pit, hard and seemingly empty end a dark reminder of what is
inevitable.
And even though things are hard on the outside,
Inside there are seeds of tomorrows youth, love and beauty
Just waiting to be remembered and aloud to grow and shine.
Catt |
Posted: 2007-08-12 18:53:19 UTC |
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