30 Dec 2020 ~ Lettersyoullneversee If you look for me I’ll be sitting by the blossom tree Where the winter hasn’t caressed it’s bones If you search for me I’ll be at the bottom of your footpath I’ll be knocking on your empty house Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Lettersyoullneversee Hull Poet Writer Photographer - heartache, absence and the damage of austerity. View all posts by Lettersyoullneversee
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