Languages of Women

We once spoke in herbs and flowers
Humming along to the sounds of
Spring and green growth
Concrete is impenetrable
It is hard to think as our
Voices bounce off the walls and
Into the depths of one another
Gibberish without the context
Of love

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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