All my yesterdays - deep in my head
Telling me to write.
The gypsy woman - with eyes that pierced me
Telling me to write.
The Irish girl - who crashed my heart
Telling me to write.
The old despair - deep in my head
Telling me to write.
The English girl - who cleared the wreckage
Telling me to write.
Dead friends - who stayed for half one night
Telling me to write.
Dear friends - who stayed for half my life
Telling me to write.
The Yankee girl - with the white haired child
Telling me to write.
Her outstretched hands - breaking the dark
Holding me tight.
Her northern voice - soft as the night
Telling me to write.
Her father - telling me right from wrong
Making me fight.
Over the rooftops - wild geese in flight
The beat of their wings loud in my head
Telling me to write WRITE WRITE...........
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
26th. September 2012. - 21st. February 2013.
25th. January 2016.
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