A white pale colour

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A white pale colour

It was silent that night.

She came through the light.

Someone touches her inner sight.

In all darkness, no light was chosen,

no love comforted by two hands.

In all darkness, a colour stays alive.

By bright flight she would go, she left

already by early morning, for the next day

was too late.

I guess, I am not sure, the town

is a village now.

But, all I can tell you all,

there were 15 up to 20 minutes in my life.

I walked through it.

I felt it all, he loved me.

All pieces wer torn apart,

under the floor I know water

is left behind the houses

and children play in my fields.

Late at night, the rabbits turned

their heads towards me, 

it was so funny, believe me.

I guess, yes, it would be enough,

more than enough.

One signal pronounces the daylight!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 9, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10054675-the-table-is-empty-there-are-no-guests-no-chairs

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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