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It’s a memory from my childhood where these portly yet imposing trees dotted the landscape, cracked open the earth, and touched the skies…

baobabsLet us revisit the landscape of all our eternities
traveling through time to where we first began
barefaced against the skies
scribbling on these blank pages of life
in the faint glow of yesterday
remembering who we were back then
when baobabs kept our secrets…

as we carve our name into those memories
into the bark of our dreams
the rocks will be our witnesses
until one day we will return,
perhaps in another life
and we will allow the soil of memory
to quench this longing…

image courtesy of PixaBay


I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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