![]() In this hot windy aisle of the north where I knew I’ll love them still, children of the north I will still love the north, for his virgin bride is she,Īnd for a moment a ray of hope arose in those eyes of theirs I dropped my hamper of fruits with my smile still alive,Ī word of prayer shared in silence for this souls of His. Who now cursed and threw dirt at me, for their chief of the lot had so sentenced,Īnd between the love I knew they needed like the breath in man The rest awaited his signal like soldiers in war.īetween this beautiful souls, caught in this web of hate It wasn’t the fruits he despised but he bearer of them, Looking at my offering in hand with such anger in sight, One spoke among them, the big brother of the lot, ![]() Will my hamper of fruits suffice? I asked in silence. Their eyes hungered beyond my fruits, it was a hunger for love, They hurried to me, children of the north, Willingly I hurried to share my fruits in hand, The north for me is the virgin bride, for the King, They will be grateful I murmured on the way, With smiles on this face to share abroad, I was all fruits like the hamper for kings, Here is my tale in the hot windy aisle of the north,
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