The oldest corridor

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The oldest corridor

Somehow, something

was making me, upset,

that afternoon.

I left the House,

turned over the old streets

and saw dark, grey and brown clouds.

Friends of these days,

right, left, whispering

of good, old news.

I was losing, time, I knew,

I felt, so.

Somewhere, I hurried

at the schoolyard;

almost the very same theatre,

at the End.

They did not know

where to start, to begin.

Attached, and touched

to the schoolbooks,

I somehow, left them,

all questioning.

In the school, door opened

by a peculiar musician,

darkness watered over me,

did not stop me from dreaming.

In the last window,

light shined

into my eyes.

The walls have

embraced that painting.

They were waiting

for the words without letters,

music and tones did not reach,

one purpose.

I walked, on the right,

last classes as I already knew,

forgotten in my mind.

As you see, on the schoolyard,

the late afternoon, left

one silent singing of the wind!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 1, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9937821-it-could-have-been-a-mighty-feeling-of-a-thought

Photograph II : The Blue Ball

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