Voices are fluid,
tumbling over words,
caught at the corner of mouths longing for connection.
The murmur of tongues loosened by cold pints - sun snatched minutes in coats on benches.
The sight of groups of bodies.
Year
All tagged am writing
Voices are fluid,
tumbling over words,
caught at the corner of mouths longing for connection.
The murmur of tongues loosened by cold pints - sun snatched minutes in coats on benches.
The sight of groups of bodies.