22/11/2023
In the Forest of Nowhere, where whispers dance,
Princes emerge in a mystic trance.
Among ancient trees, their silhouettes gleam,
Guardians of dreams, in the moonlight's beam.
With cloaks of shadow and eyes of starlight,
They roam through the woods, a majestic sight.
A realm unseen, where illusions play,
In the heart of nowhere, they hold sway.
Their steps unheard, on mossy ground,
In the silence profound, a magical sound.
Through emerald canopies, secrets they weave,
In the Forest of Nowhere, where dreams conceive.
No castle walls, no kingdom to claim,
Yet, Princes in solitude, etching their name.
In the tapestry of nature, a tale unfolds,
A saga of wanderers, whose story holds.
So, venture into the nowhere expanse,
Discover the Princes, in a timeless dance.
In the quiet of the woods, where enchantments soar,
Meet the royal echoes in the Forest of Nowhere.
Photo: Charles Delos Reyes
Muse: Marry Shelly Biador
