A love that leaves a mark

A lone flower
Grows in the middle of a ruin
A tumour on its chest
Yet dancing in the sunshine
We try to converse
But language is lost 
Drowned out
By chainsaws on the breeze 
And the terror sound 
Beaten dogs make
We pass by the same mistakes
Made every single day
On repeat
For cash

Neil and David talk to the birds

Shot from upcoming documentary "This Could Be Your Colour"

View from Cabril, Portugal

Poems and photographs by Yuri Nezovic. 
Paintings and drawings by Neil Tomkins.
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