In a mystic land she wanders
As gracefully as her enchanted soul
As if the woods were her own
How kind of this unknown land
To make her feel like home
The gloomy dark montane
For her to feel safe; to feel loved.
The misty blue falls
Soothes her mind
For her to feel free; to feel so alive.
The dusky green forests
Cures her soul
For her to feel lost; to feel so wild.
She wishes not to go back,
Back to the wretched land.
She weeps and waves,
I’ll be back for an eternity one day
My mystic land,
Floral dress by Elyseah | Head Crown by Unknown
Photography by Kanaiya Rotliwala | Editing by Elyseah Shaikh