Under the mango tree, the breeze is cool
While the ground is warm, the sky is orange
The eyes are bright, Yet the heart is in pain
Happiness is gone, watching you set
To embark on my journey I must
To my nest I shall go
To face the horrors of the night I must endure
As I have to pay for the mischief of today
I await my dear with all my hope
To bring me new tidings and new hope
As I watch you rise my sunshine
With all my joy for the day
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Under the mango tree, the breeze is cool
While the ground is warm, the sky is orange
The eyes are bright, Yet the heart is in pain
Happiness is gone, watching you set
To embark on my journey I must
To my nest I shall go
To face the horrors of the night I must endure
As I have to pay for the mischief of today
I await my dear with all my hope
To bring me new tidings and new hope
As I watch you rise my sunshine
With all my joy for the day
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