Arrow leaves
Shoot, spread
like thousands of green fingers
Guarding, keeping...
The expanding bark;
Hanging fruit
Dancing teasingly
Flirting, quivering
Promising me
Through the sparkling, bright sun
Parting the leaves
Stinging my eyes
Caressing the green, yellow, ochre juiciness...
I wish I were a mango tree.
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