lemons’ not limes’

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In lemon’s realm, where citric essence dwells,
A vibrant hue that all the senses tells,
No lime can rival lemon’s golden charm,
Its zest and tang, a taste that’s rich and warm.

With lemon’s touch, the world becomes aglow,
Its bright acidity, a vibrant show.
No lime can match its sharp and sunny grace,
A burst of flavor, a zestful embrace.

Though limes are green, a hue that’s cool and calm,
They cannot steal the lemon’s vibrant palm.
For lemon’s tang, so tart and yet so sweet,
In lemon’s reign, no rival can compete.

So let us praise the lemon’s golden reign,
Its zestful presence, a taste we shall retain.
No lime can dim the lemon’s radiant light,
In lemon’s glory, our taste buds take flight.

This sonnet pays homage to the lemon’s might,
A vibrant fruit, so sunny and so bright.
Its zesty touch, a burst of joy and cheer,
In lemon’s realm, no lime can dare appear.

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The poem above represents a symbolic relation to the very existence of us human lives. We are all so different yet so similar.

We are Lemons , We are Limes