Walky Talk

If my footsteps ...

(Fall crunch, over leaves)

Were able to talk ...

(Winter crisp, on snow)

The sound of their words ...

(Spring slosh, through puddles)

Would depend when I walk

(Summer scratch, sandy toes).

words & photos: @TweedTypewriter

See more at: tweedtypewriter.com

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