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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Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mulch Eyes tracking my footsteps beca...
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Poem 1. The trees are different today. The stark outlines have gone, and a few have pink ... -
Waiting for something Waiting for a sign - a warning A word A kiss A hug in the dark A promise of renewal Certainly not goodbye My dreams a...
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