Diminish

Inside we  are afraid to diminish.
The flowers have come to bloom
With green mangoes on the way.

Now is March and heat is less yet.
Soon there will be a rain shower.
Raindrops will diminish flowers.

There will be a diminished fruit.
There will be diminished image.
The soft colors will be shadows

Just a few grays of hot summer.
Mist is migraine of fallen leaves,
Unripe fruits helpless on earth.

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