Beyond Beneath

Beneath the broken bridge, a door
Through every wall, a window
On moaning winds there plays a song
In sorrow, hope to cling to.

A sigh is heard, a tear is kept
No matter whose or why it’s wept,
No puzzled thought is cast aside
A love divided multiplies.

Those yesterdays are never spent
in vain, they are our treasure,
Such wondrous jewels lest we forget,
A worth beyond all measure.

A sigh is heard, a tear is kept
No matter whose or why it’s wept,
No puzzled thought is cast aside
A love divided multiplies.

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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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