from my window
the mango tree stands
tall
proud about the fruits
last harvest
now is the rainy day
and fungus start growing
on its bark
then the falls
for the dying season
start to fall
i watch some of them
falling
as the wind begins
to blow stronger
there is this leaf
that falls flip flopping
carried by the wind
to the other side of the
fence
and i can't help but
begin to think
about you too
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