The smallest bridge

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The smallest bridge

I returned that day, after I heard

his story of the little birds.

On the other side, I watched them all,

every morning, as a child, a young small child.

That day, twice, he explained me,

how, why and why it was All about,

wherever.

It takes Time.

I remember, my idea, how to get Home

after puzzles of Q, Y and A.

I have, never seen such a beautiful Heaven!

He was too old, in the warm summer

and admitted, had forgotten.

The story raised, green, blue and white,

hardly to endure or persist.

I was astonished, was I.

Someone, started the history a long time, ago.

As a child, I never knew what was dreaming

about a line, a bird, a morning

but Time is before simple times.

And when the evening falls, the every evening fell,

I heard that small, little bird, on the other Side.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

December 20, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10094021-it-is-all-in-my-skin

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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