1.

A summer breeze,
drifts down lonesome boulevards,

touching worlds,
torn apart.

The breeze engulfs,
a pristine sky of blue,

while,
scattering murmuring clouds,

that blanket the African heavens,

in swirls and immaculate shrouds.

2.

A passing shower,
of gentle misty rain,

settles,

on freshly scented-earth.

It soothes,

it caresses,

the exhausted thoughts,

of,

a weary traveller,

who sits,
alone,

under a Baobab tree.

3.

The traveller walks alone,

at peace with the fragrant soil,

collecting memories of smiles along the way.

4.

Finally, the wandering soul,

seeks rest,

finding peace at last,

yet knowing its price,

is to let go,

of,
each memory,
and every smile,

that once burned true,

but now,
awaits release,

from the ache of the lingering past.