A small sensitivity

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A small sensitivity

With my head,

on a small table,

I bowed over my literature.

In silence, a part between my friends.

All those days, however,

rooms of windows,

houses and glasses,

were a shining darkness,

in my blue blue eyes.

I never looked, at you,

because I did not need to watch.

The way, I felt

is next to, and above

your great altitude.

It is a small girl, a little village

and old, dusty books.

The teacher does not look

at these books because she

shares it, with the one small

sensitive friend, in her clothes.

She looked, at a sound

and after a moment, continues

to write, as time was heard

on her desk, late at night.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

August 31, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9940194-u-had-daar-niets-over-te-zeggen

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939809-it-is-not-my-world-it-is-my-universe

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939812-goed-gewerkt-motje

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9947846-in-silent-waters-i-fall-in-leaves-across-meadows-fields

Photograph II : The Blue Ball

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