Poem
She Was There She was there, On the sunny day of summer, The air is humid, But the mangoes taste sweet. She was there, On a wooden bench, Under the spiny black olive, Scattered on the ground was the leaves. She was there, With the patience I admire, The storm in her eye, But the peace in her smile. I hope she knows, Know that I miss her, So much when she leaves, Know that I need her, Like the air that I breathe. She was no longer there, But the memories are still here, Farewell