1st draft
time stands still
on these streets
where past
is ever present
and future
unimagined
repressive social values
passed father to son
expectations of
submission
passed mother to daughter
passive faced buildings
belie eyes behind windows,
ears at keyholes
where the faceless whisper
time stands still
on these streets
where church bells toll
the virtue of the city
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For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene