A Photograph

by Philip Venables

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A Photograph
English source: Cordelia Lynn

Don’t try to find me,
I don’t want to be found.
I’m calling from a red phone box,
a red phone box in an empty place,
I don’t know where I’m going,
I never knew where I came from.

The phone box is so red in the dark...
Can you hear the rain on the red on the glass?
Red is not the colour of love,
red is the ember colour of loss.
Can you see the red?
Can you see the red?


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