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*The Mysterious Forest*

As the soft smell of blooming roses fill your nostrils,
As your eyes adjust to the constant glow of warmth here,
As your skin becomes pourous, moist and tingly from the morning dew,

The rabbit, grasses on the lushous grass, embelishing every moment,
The world forgets the forest, yet remembers its enchantment in their lives,
The sun continues its cycle, setting in the west, only to rise from the east,

You could spend days,
You could spend nights,
You could spend your life,

In my heart,
In my forest,
In my garden of nature.
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