Quotes About Plum

Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.

Pink clouds of plum blossoms and their magnificent aroma languished in their wake, leaving a snow-drift of petals stuck to the windshield. They look like dead butterflies, she said, with a touch of sadness, and turned on the radio so she wouldn't start crying, so she could run away from there, escape from that burst of happiness into the bewitched halo of the bolero.