Plum
"The eldest brother to the flowers"
They called me in old China's
bowers.
When first I bloomed in far-off
springs,
The nightingale with dusky wings
Poured music from my moon-white
tree,
And maidens oft were named for
me.
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| Drawing of plums on a twig for needlepoint or coloring |
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| Watercolor of plums tumbling from a fruit basket. |
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| Many varieties of vintage or heritage plums. |
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