Branches twisted into serpentines. Jungle of lush vegetation. Where green meets its true form. Nature takes various and strange shapes.
Where a lion walks among the living with a medicine jug, healing their broken modern souls. Where cygnets feed on duckweed immensely, twisting their long necks trying to escape their getters. Where tall grass obscures modern industriality.
Where long-tailed magpies rule and lurk.
Squirrels search for seagulls, pigeons, and nuts.
Kingfisher darts along the river.
Mallard, moorhen, and coot are also residents.
Banded demoiselle damselfly during the summer months.
There is peace enclosed in the shape of an autumn leaf.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath
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