The sound of water

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The sound of water

I could not rush, again.

I stood, halted and listened.

It was a long time ago.

In those dark ages, houses

had lights, green fields sheltered

sheep and new waters were found.

Do not tell me.

I did not expect you to arrive,

there.

In a high top tree, birds were 

celebrating new life, in my late afternoon.

I had a new home, in the deep forest

of all poetry.

No one dared to write it All, down.

I listened, again, I did not move,

eyes closed, I bowed a bit and I can

hear the most lovely sound in the world.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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