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Desolation
Under the plum-blossoms are nightingales ;
But the sea is hidden in an egg-white mist,
And they are silent.
Poems on the topic: plum-blossom
Poems on the topic “plum-blossom” on Poets.by.
Passing the Bamboo Fence
What fell upon my open umbrella —
A plum-blossom ?
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