In my left 3 hands

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In my left 3 hands

I have seen, by the wind of airs,

a new idea in my hometown,

between a village and the sky.

I have heard, a fairytale in all fairytales,

where the early bird had eaten

all bread, before they arrived!

I have listened, in 2 hands, 

a small little tiny tale to be left,

in past or present.

I saw them, all going in the fog,

as music on waves,

without coast or clear sight

I saw them, a vision of 16 years,

going into 17 years ages,

slowly, the past was closing but behind,

a silent writer believed in the speed of light.

In the fields, no silence is music

the path is a walk behind, I must say,

I lost the way,

when the Light finally appeared to shine,

shine a small tiny precious heart out of the sky,

it was fallen out of my sight, in a deep lost

forgotten piece of letters, the numbers were there

and I knew, just knew, the left thumb healed

for ages and ages!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

December 26, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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