Secret escape.

Tall grasses, wild flowers and brightly coloured dragon flies,

Hidden paths, short wooden bridges and sheltered shore lines.

The river kisses the ground at  it’s edges, small fish darting under clear water.

The sound of traffic close by, but roads all obscured.

An oasis in a concrete desert, a haven in the dreary urban mess.

An escape from the claustrophobia of city life, a break, an interlude, a rest.

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