Once in the ‘bois d’Ouvent’

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.

Sophie Parou

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