A new morning

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A new morning

A song will be spoken another Time.

The language was hidden, in a forest

where trees do not grow along the rivers.

A song has been sung in melodies

unchained in my chest, the left side

is open and free as always in my hand.

The past is present in my future

countries do carry children in your dictionary,

I agree that there was no middle between us.

I am fourteen years old, perhaps nineteen years,

the light is white soft as my eyes will be closed, tonight.

I ask you, do not forget to ease my last night, in the morning.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

October 20, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9102067-a-bird-gave-one-signal

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9231800-ik-heb-een-fundamentele-hekel-aan-de-hoererij-van-adolf

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9245727-an-air-of-wind-does-not-need-one-bird

Photograph II : Joseph Goebbels stands, not at my doors but at the backyard

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