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.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Kept Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems written by Helen Cheng in English for the past fifteen years about emotions, politics, passion, etcetera.