Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Love Poem.

These are my words
I throw them high UP into the air
To make their own way in the world
& hope that you will catch them
Before they
                   Fall
                          To the ground.
Like old birthday bouquets
Imitating the fall
Of autumn leaves.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter...
4th. October 2012.
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