The Enchanted Forest
A Rare Haven of Magic and Mystery
In a world where concrete reigns supreme,
There lies a forest, like a fairy tale dream.
A place of magic, where enchantment abounds,
Where the trees whisper secrets, in hushed tones resounding.
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Where the air is fragrant, with flowers in bloom,
And the leaves rustle, like a gentle brush of a broom.
Where the light dances, in shades of green,
And the sunbeams filter, in a peaceful sheen.
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Where the creatures roam, with grace and ease,
And the wind carries tales, of distant lands and seas.
Where time stands still, in this rarest of places,
And the heart is filled, with smiles and embraces.
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So come, let us wander, in this enchanted abode,
Where the magic thrives, and the mysteries are told.
For in this world, of concrete and chaos,
The enchanted forest, is a rare haven of peace and repose.
About the Creator
mees den Boer
Mees den Boer, fiction writer. Spinning tales and exploring the human experience through the written word. Join me on my journey of imagination and discovery.
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