No more to shadows retreating…

Stamped on the canvas of my soul
etched on the bark of my baobab tree
are the prisms of a glow
and salty fluids free the key

A linet a day
chastening to complete
chases darkness away
fastening to the beat

The flower the flavour
of teas sinking steeper
the power oh saviour
of words that’s a-healer

For this precious verse
my smile will be everlasting
and so may yours bless
no more to shadows retreating

filling the earth with our beams
bopping along at full steams

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