September 1, 2012 at 3:42 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , )

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.



  1. PJ Girl said,

    Beautiful x

  2. Pawan Hira said,

    Wow! Each word here is life. Each word here contemplates. Beautiful truth in the end. Love it. 🙂

  3. letterfrombritain said,

    Lovely rhythm to your words.

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