Baobab Tree (Name of my boat)

My warm, red boat
Which floats as I sleep
And holds me as safely
As my mother's womb once did
Is made of steel
But she has a soul
And a warm glowing heart,
Breathes as it hangs in the water
By the dusty paths and the flowers.

Being distanced from her,
I feel as distraught
As a child separated from her mother,
I love my warm red boat,
And her friend the cat.

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