The Lark
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The Lark

Russell Square

Poetry

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Dark vision in the park,
I saw you metamorphose
in the crystal light of the moonlight you bloomed.
White petals rained under the moonbeam rise.
Car lights flashes — to briefly illuminate silhouettes in the dark.
The ghostly hollow sound of the owl echoes through the trees,
You, standing, catching your breath. It feels like you have run a million miles,
Clothes soiled and torn.
Your muscle glistens, defined,
scoured with…

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Amae

Amae

Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)

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