REVERIE

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8/1/2005


Under the mango tree,

The gentle wind

Taps the sited forlorn

Clock's keeps on ticking

Iris keeps on working

Waiting

While the heart goes on wishing

For a glimpse

That can never duplicate

This solemn smile

That paints the Mona Lisa

Brought by your sight

This undying anticipation

For one day

Hoping to be a someday

That those gaze

Those sugary smiles

And short converse

Hides

The only answer

to your sincerest prayers

Could it be?

Would it be?

only

Under this mango tree.

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