mango

when young, tartness hides behind unmatured fruits of labor,a thick skin covering its stubborn soulfrom the ground meeting its green heart.sunshine lets its rays cover its body with a blanket of warmth,and, slowly, the ice of its skin begins to melt,until a sweetness blooms beneath blotchy red cheeks i was thinking about eating a mangoContinue reading “mango”

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