The lost child

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The lost child

It was a Sunny day, more morning I could wish, for.

The author has no heart, an absence of intelligence

means you cannot breath, or write, or think to read, ever.

An absence of a conscience would have saved

animals of beasts, but really do they have a heart.

The heart of life does not function in that way.

They came, they all came, children, women and children

parents of fathers without a child. One shelter loves them All.

Another country released them, the heart, the soul and mind.

An absence of a heart, a conscience and love is life in one lifetime.

Because of one child, by nothing, in nothing and for all of Nothing.

They, who do not listen, do not write, as Martin Luther, I know all.

It was a moment, I who do not want you to want, anything, in your Past.

My present is my responsibility and the absence of your pen is my poetry.

Five years are all mine, aren’t they, the legs are not broken, the back is strong.

I do not see your eyes, I do not want it All, since five years and three Times.

It is one child, one child out of Time, and it saved it All, it saved all my security.

They, who do not touch one flower, one breast, one eye or a second in my Time.

It was worth, all worth I could write in my history without an age of a 1000 Birds.

The confirmation, or information by affirmation could not be wiser or sharper.

One rule of forgivingness would mean the world to me, more than a human truth.

Beasts do belong to beasts and have to be fed in Time by what belongs to them.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 3, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/7890915-i-am-very-right-about-my-right-petra-hermans–#8211

© 2019 Petra Hermans

October 4, 2019. Especially, for you.

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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