The wandering soul rests,
under a Baobab tree that offers sanctuary,
as the South African sun,
burns copper red.
The wanderer gives thanks to the ancestors,
a moment of respite from the unending journey,
sifting through the dust,
divining the road ahead,
a time to reflect,
on the miles lost through the sieve of time,
on the paths that have yet to be tread.
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I love it
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Thank you!
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thank you very much indeed. humbly appreciated
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I love the tree and your words.
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thank you so very much. deeply appreciated and much humbled. Peace β
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Woah this is beautiful. Gorgeous imagery π
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thank you very much for your very kind words. deeply appreciated and humbled.
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