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Dec 2022
We become part of nature,
part of sunflowers & leafy stature.
By the running brook, quiet creek,
Like snowflakes on jagged peaks.

By sunny beaches, which the horizon reaches,
In wispy woods & pristine beeches.
Below the dark, cold depths of the ocean,
Which moon tides draw in motion.

Tis where my soul would go,
For solitude, no friend, no foe.
An alternative perspective on death. © Megan Parson 2022
Megan Parson
Written by
Megan Parson  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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