A forest that only the lost can find.
An enchanted woodland, warm and alive.
Its comfort — a mother’s womb.
Nature heals all lost souls’ wounds.
A place where only the broken can thrive.

Courtmacsherry woods, Cork, Ireland by Keith Kingston

You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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