Mole The mole so blindly pushes dirt To find the light. And oh, it hurt To stand in darkness and in fear Of losing heart: to be unclear Of where to dig and plant my soul I need a place to be a mole. Share this:FacebookPrintEmailPocketTwitterMorePinterestLinkedInRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by 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. View all posts by Julia Dean-Richards
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