The whistle sound

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The whistle sound

I look further more, far away

in a view without a perspective.

In time, you cannot touch my words.

Slowly, you travel fast, day and morning.

Behind the wall, I cannot hear the time.

It is because, I hear voices, voices all over the space.

The plural form has been seen not recognized

and I truly admit, I hear it all the time outside the corridor.

The corridor is not mine, however, it permits a master

not known, unknown, such as a student without scholar.

The rainbow was mastered by a master beyond Time.

High, high up the tree and not in the Tree, I hear it, all the Time!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 15, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Netherlands, Tilburg, at the balcony of my Home

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