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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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Sunsets and Feelings

 



Blazing sunsets, soft sunsets, glowing sunsets, sunsets of all stripes have long been a fascination of mine. 

I spent many a year on the terrace of my home, teacup in hand, lost in the shades of pink, orange, silver and gold of a setting sun sinking behind my neighborhood. 

I always found sunsets to have an aspirational quality to them. The iridescence lining clouds in the foreground of a brilliant orange sunset seem to hold promise of a better world, a better life, a dream fulfilled. I haven’t unlocked why it’s so though. 

Sometimes the mirage of that dream glowing in the flaming colors of a glorious sunset can fill you with hope; sometimes it can leave you with a sad sort of longing for something that’s out of your reach. 

I’ve come to understand that as one progresses through life (as one ages if I put it bluntly), then a lot of life’s mysteries start making sense. There might come a day in my life when the aura of sunsets will become clear. 

Wait…maybe the sunsets are a mirror, reflecting back to me light from the cloudscape in front of them and the feelings within me…

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