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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