The bloom forest


Eyes were closed,
and soul goes in quest.
In a place abandoned,
finding myself lost in the bloom forest.

Soul was mesmerized,
as the nature was at its best.
The life was reflected,
in the fragrance of conquest.

A way was seen,
which divided the forest.
The servitude was freed,
and made the eyes full with zest.

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