Month: July 2015

Under the mango tree

Sitting under the mango tree I lie in the shade carefree, I see the sun glowing high I feel the breeze passing by. I know my heart is weary and so is my mind, I believe the world has been unkind. My eyes move around and the surrounds look tired too, Everything looks tainted when I look for a clue or two. My thoughts are interrupted by a drop of rain I didn’t see things change while I chased my pain. Time had gone by and life had moved on I woke up from my dream to another hopeful dawn… Advertisements