Here’s a shorter version of the poem:
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**Whispers of the Baobab Tree**
Beneath the baobab’s ancient shade, we loved,
Eyes deep as the Niger, holding unspoken dreams.
But love, like the wind, slipped through our fingers,
Leaving only silence where laughter once danced.
Now, I walk alone through fields of memory,
The earth beneath, a reminder of what we lost.
Even the baobab stands heavy with our sorrow,
Its branches whispering of a love that will never die.
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Here’s a nine-line heartbreaking poem you could use: --- **Faded Echoes** In the silence, your voice lingers, a ghost, Every whisper, now a wound in my chest, Love’s light snuffed, lost in the dark we once feared most. Your laughter haunts these empty halls, Memories turn to shadows that never rest, What was whole is now cracked, crumbling, and small. Promises dissolved like mist at dawn, A heart that beats with sorrow, worn and drawn, In the ruins of "us," I stand, utterly gone.
By Jariatu Kallonabout a year ago in Poets
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Nice piece
Baobab love never forgets. Beautiful!