1.
Chanson de Nuit.
Tres bien, my love, tres bien,
I wish you were in my arms, my love,
In summer heat, or rain;
But we shall only meet this once,
As we ride the midnight train
Towards our distant homes, my love,
Far from the misty Seine.
Tres bien, my love, tres bien.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 10th. 1984.- February 23rd. 2015.
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2
A Love Revealed
Unruffled
The water
Quiet the tall reeds
A scent of May blossom
We dare not touch hands
Acceptance
Eludes us
Les Iles de l`Elyséé
Remain beyond reach
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 22nd. - 23rd. - 26th.2015.
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