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The Mystical Forests

The mystical forests call my name,

In their silent whispers all day,

And I only smile at them acknowledging,

How they recognise me,

Like we are the same,

A little bit dark,

Yet full of life,

A lot deeper,

Than some might like,

A moment of peace,

For a while,

Hiding all the noise,

From the sight.

 
 
 

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