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A tribute to the plumeria with its beautiful and fragrant flowers. |
| Plumeria tree, rough and gnarled, A giant spider spinning a web By the garden wall, emitting Sweet scent of blooms tasting of vanilla Ice cream; one whiff and I’m reliving Previous lives as in a dream. Has an invisible hand endowed you With mesmerizing powers to re-awaken Memory of past time by your flowers, Twirling in a breeze like dead flies, Enticing me into your fatal embrace? Through a kaleidoscope of branches and leaves, I find wind clouds sun sky, Hear the melancholy cooing of a dove, The buzz of bees reaping a harvest of love under plumeria tree. |