Last Bath In Dakar

In the blush of dawn, by the Rose Lake's shore, A final bath where waters whisper lore. Serenity's touch, in hues so rare,
Pink waves cradle dreams with tender care.

Beneath Dakar's sky, a tranquil embrace, Reflections of peace, a fleeting grace. In the silent ripples, memories flow, A last bath where heart and soul bestow.