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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

One past in memory

In small letters, I touch pages of the Past.

In little numbers, I hear a walk in my Path.

The time passed by, I pronounced

the first letter until the last one,

to make sure the story has been known.

All in the eye, of a small body,

an open mind and deep spiritual soul,

I heard a new song in the silent dark woods,

without life, without light and a soft whisper

would sing, endlessly.

I touch a butterfly, I love the tiny specific

sensitivity in the light.

In the strict same book of memory,

one is a number after two numbers.

I cannot remember, who has given me

the spirit to rhyme.

I can be given, a soft spark behind the eyes,

and in my ears I always look for the special,

strong music, in my Night.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 11, 2020

© 2020 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10118236-the-whitest-pavilion-ticks-the-oldest-clock-by-time-itself

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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