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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