Friday, 13 March 2015

Loss in November, Missing You.



          White sunlight slanting
       Through cracks in the door

            Late roses in bloom
           Dry leaves piled high

                A shadow of ash
            Smeared on a window

                A touch of lipstick
                Traced on a glass

The photographs      I took last summer
       Lean against      an empty vase

       Already the colours are fading



 Trevor John Karsavin Potter
November 7th. - 16th. 2012. - 
March 1st. - 14th. - 16th. 2015.

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