The oldest forest

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The oldest forest

When I have failed,

the right hand rests

on my table

when I walk by.

When I am satisfied

in the evening, one bow

relies on a tender, small smile,

while I remind it All,

why my grandfather likes this day.

Whenever, I lost my voice, my mind

and my enlightened heart,

the left hand leaves her Task,

until the morning glorifies a new day.

And along, the woods,

what has been left of them All,

a little small smile

in great, fantastic footsteps

prolongs her way, forever,

in darkness, shade and shadows …

while deep in the oldest forest,

a light …

the whitest Light shines,

because of you and me.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

September 27, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Fireflies

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