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SWEET PLUMS
My loved Brother
Today, in the middle of my weekly shopping
Between bananas and tomatoes
I found red plums.
The noise around me
Made silence,
My mind traveled 24 years ago,
To our small city,
so distant that looks like another life.
Remember?
Each month we used to buy
two plums and one sweetened milk,
our monthly rewards
nobody except you, can under...
Monday 1st March 2021 6:57 pm
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