Baobab Fruit - rewrite

Baobab Fruit                
The magic hour of nightfall approaches                  
We follow the avenue of the baobab trees                  
to the home whose hidden history cries                  
like a nightingale in the forest of dreams                  
The path between the old souls                  
made of wood is cool and dark                  
as the black forest on a gothic evening                  
under the howl of a hyena moon                  
The sky has a salmon-pink tint                  
and the lemony perfume is from the baobab fruit                  
whose sunbeam egg was laid by the snake goddess                  
when gargoyles presided over a kingdom of totems                  

Milky Way meringue
of nest eggs in her eye
a dragon’s sky
Written by goldenmyst
Published | Edited 11th Jun 2022
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