Once in the ‘bois d’Ouvent’

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It is now dusk and adrift is my walk whilst wandering through the sweet forest of Bois d’Ouvent,
Lost within the frothy branches and my mellow hanging dreams,
O magi magi of my childhood where hath you !?
Are you lost as are lost those who live in the city of immortals ?
Will you barely just remain a part of all the forthcoming epitaph of my life ?
Lo! Forget not I shall, for the heart is young; and the yesterdays of my days which you once fulfilled me with shall honor the tomorrows of my remaining ones .

Credit: pic by kr_2y_51_3k

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