Mango Tree Modern Poetry

The mango tree has grown taller

The retired uncle watered it

The woman dried the quilt on it

A football flew Come

It bruises the top buds and breaks the young leaves

The mango tree cannot avoid humans

It cannot refuse damage or kindness

It doesn’t even know how beautiful its shadow is by the lake

The mango tree is blooming

The painters shrugged when they walked by< /p>

Because the flower is small and gray

At night, lovers are under the tree——

You smell it, how nice it is, what kind of perfume

The mango tree is trying

to learn a new dance

It does not understand

It has no time to worry or be intoxicated

The mango tree bears fruit

The vendors’ fingertips press the tail of the scale

Some people bargain, some find it sour

Some people send mangoes to the far north

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There, it arouses reverie and awe

The branches and leaves of the mango tree hang low

Like a planet completing its rotation

As for the harvest, it is sweet. Astringent

It didn’t pay attention

The mango tree finally relieved its burden

It didn’t have time to think about it

It did the right thing No

He began to feel lonely

So he grew taller and bloomed again

He delivered sweet and astringent fruits to the world