Green Tangerines

Lucid image of gray,
Away from my vibrant ray.
Empty windless morning,
I rose with nothing but a paled feeling.
I walked the heaviness,
Hearing the murmurs of leaves of happiness,
With gentle rains of greeting,
As usual in every thoughtful morning.
Peculiar emptiness of an innocent,
Vivid and transparently 100 percent.
As I walked my heart out,
A man appeared with a crescent in his mouth.
Wearing slack with light colored long-sleeves,
He gave me a plastic bag unlocking new favorites —
It has been my favorite.
Green Tangerines on a rainy morning,
A young boy was satisfied with his craving.
On that day he said, 'Let's call it a day'.
'til then, I'm blessed and loved and will never get tired of saying.
God knows, in this memory forever I could stay.

Green Tangerines II

I wrote the 'Green Tangerine' years ago,
Days after wearing the cap of success with hopes aglow.
That was proudly dedicated to you,
Despite the pandemic and all the silent battles indeed, dreams do come true.
Today, I don't want to wake up in the midst of May.
I don't know, I just don't want to...
I still feel the creeping pinch of being small,
The smell of being confused enough in this walk of life and you don't know which way to go,
but...