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

Shields her;

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,

She vows.


Floral dress by Elyseah  | Head Crown by Unknown

Photography by Kanaiya Rotliwala | Editing by Elyseah Shaikh