another spring has come
the mango tree in bloom
it promises its fruit
before the end of June
then storms will blow again
the steam and heat will rise
as orchids gently weep
and old men watch the skies
this is the way of earth
its cycle grants a gift
then dying leaves must fall
where lonely wishes drift
yet we survive it all
the season's bleak retreat
and wait for mango dreams
where hope and passion meet
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