The English Sun – TB

12 Jan

Bells silence voices.

Father whispers.

A thousand fields have been coloured in on paper.

A woman fiercely feathers her past.

She watches children stand by the wall.

Little voices only speak at home,

Only in the arms of the English sun.

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