Laughter living on its own
can’t be caught and taken home
pick a wild flower watch it die
pretty feathers can not fly.

Clutch not at the little things
holding breaks the brittelings
know the folly of belonging
bless the beauty of your longing.

Slide down from the concrete place
slipping sideways into grace
only love and not possess
the love you bear – your tenderness.


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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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