An open window

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

An open window

When I meet you,

I try to swallow my tongue

in my mouth.

I would see, you all.

From a distance,

I saw a field; not an open field.

The colours vanished

by troubled skies.

People, who do not want

to listen, are not listened, to.

At a distance, I could

not hear someone, walking

through the fog.

Because I am not blinded.

I think, it is a third, 31% of who

I am at Home, where spirits

happen to know me.

But the honour is not mine.

For years, the job or task

was seen, not by me,

far away they could have heard,

a deep breath.

The window was not opened by me

because the two small hands,

just could not close, it, all the way.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 28, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9096519-a-good-writer-does-not-need-an-award-she-writes

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9938938-there-is-no-harmony-respect-or-silence-in-your-timeless

Photograph II : Snowflakes, ice flowers and water drops below my window

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