Two golden pencils

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Two golden pencils

It is my last paper, in the House.

No one is there.

A rose light shines in my window,

at nights.

I hear a sound, in the dark;

it is the third acquaintance.

In my broken pencil blue light

lives, I cannot imagine.

After the light, turns, a black dark

curtain falls below.

I see, that I know, her name.

She lost it.

But he did not.

I am in the silence of comfortable peace,

two golden pencils have multiplied, to three.

When I tried to study numbers, 

a star has given me, a letter.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

October 25, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : My influence is greater than I long, to be.

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