we talk
on the street
the moon is full and ripe
the cold seems to creep
from toe to head
shifting weight
from foot to foot
a vapour breath
trails to heaven
words are amplified
‘we talk’
we talk
on the street
the moon is full and ripe
the cold seems to creep
from toe to head
shifting weight
from foot to foot
a vapour breath
trails to heaven
words are amplified
