The Plum Tree

A Poem by Irving Glass

I want to live in a fading world

Where the oval light

Sits and stops

And a plum tree rests

In a strange morning

Before faraway eyes

In a fading world

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Added on October 8, 2016
Last Updated on October 8, 2016

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