A Rose

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Photograph : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A Rose

In winter, literature was all

there was.

Autumn gave his yellow roses,

I saw it, in his heart.

My grandmother never gave

me cookies, because I asked, her.

They had stories, cigars, tea,

eggs, grass, carrots and beans.

I always thought, I was afraid

of the chickens and the other turkey

but it wasn’t true,

they found out.

Evolution is not something

you can think, over.

Spring passed into summer

and literature changed into poetry.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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