Dishonest Nostalgia

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It was a picturesque scene,

An army of tree's, stood to attention.

Hands holding, we marched,

Without intervention.

My feet crunched leaves,

Rotten wood, sticks, anything that happened to be in my way.

She was more delicate, careful not to disturb,

The inhabitants of this habitat, Bless her.

This utopic place I found, impressed her

I honestly wish this story was real.

I'm not a romantic, I just fantasize. 

FantasyNatureNostalgiaRomance

◄ The bay window

Broken treasure chest ►

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