The porcelain ear

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Photograph I : All the diversity has been brought in a strong variable factor!

The porcelain air

The room was, not white,

or black.

The light was There.

I was, there.

The room was Light of the dark,

light in all shades, blue and silver,

my favourite colours,

since and whenever, I used

to be a little child.

The room was yellow, just like

my oldest corridor,

the classroom with friends,

I never parted, somehow,

when I was writing it All, down.

In my living room, a cup of tea

has been drunk, a several times,

more than our human race, ever will.

The porcelain was guarded a long Time, ago.

It is a small girl, shaped by the finest hands,

in all my sensitivity, I hold it All, together.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

October 18, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9259846-my-great-old-ancestors-never-drank-tea-out-of-precious

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9103595-flint-thin-as-glass-unbreakable

Photograph II : This operator has forgotten how to apply!

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