After Plums Are Falling
Time comes to a standstill
Every foe and lover can
only stand in a trance.
Even the ripe plums do not fall.
There is no more time for us.
Every foe and lover has
not one, two, or three chances.
The ripe plums remain in the tree.
Time will not tell anymore.
Foe or lover cannot come
in or out of each other’s lives.
The last ripe plum falls no more.
Plum Tree -- Luiza Vizoli
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