A small sensitivity

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A small sensitivity

With my head,
on a small table,
I bowed over my literature.
In silence, a part between my friends.

All those days, however,
rooms of windows,
houses and glasses,
were a shining darkness,
in my blue blue eyes.

I never looked, at you,
because I did not need to watch.

The way, I felt
is next to, and above
your great altitude.

It is a small girl, a little village
and old, dusty books.

The teacher does not look
at these books because she
shares it, with the one small
sensitive friend, in her clothes.

She looked, at a sound
and after a moment, continues
to write, as time was heard
on her desk, late at night.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
August 31, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9940194-u-had-daar-niets-over-te-zeggen
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939809-it-is-not-my-world-it-is-my-universe

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9939812-goed-gewerkt-motje
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9947846-in-silent-waters-i-fall-in-leaves-across-meadows-fields

Photograph II : The Blue Ball

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