He gave her seeds, from his warm sunny
climes,
Telling her, to take them back to her ice
clad home,
“Dig
them in deep, within hard soil of your yearning,
When sun kisses your dreams, you´ll have
sweet limes”.
She received his seeds, wrapped in old silk
& sweet kisses,
She planted these treasures, within
Spring´s waiting arms,
The seeds sprouted & grew, reaching to
England´s grey skies,
With every seed of juiced lime, she dug
deep in her wishes.
Against the adversities of ice & sour acidity
of green limes,
The seeds of hope grew strong, away from far
sunny lands,
Their longing & yearning buried, within
deep iced-cold souls,
Knowing they could grow with love, in inclement
hard climes
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