Falling sound

A wind will hurl down raw mangoes
Still in ripe forming stage for eating.
Well, they are words spoken in quiet,
To fill the spaces between our lives.

Like a sea’s hum on midnight beach,
There is background noise in all this
Of a fall of bodies like tiny mangoes,
And wind fills spaces between them.

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