Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
The last wish
It was an old book, he had in his hands.
You could hear the leaves of autumn,
in the woods, hidden far away.
There was an old man in the woods,
somewhere far away,
whenever I look in his eyes,
blue silver light, a memory in my heart.
No one told me about the book,
until someone holds it All together,
one day.
They say, you can’t write
unless you might feel another day,
a week, one month and a year.
He said it by his eye.
In the last wish, one deep love
has rhymed my oldest poem,
if you would like, to hear the sound
in a book, he holds it All in his hands.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
January 17, 2020
© 2020 Petra Hermans
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10122498-in-light-of-night-silver-diamonds-on-my-coat-shine
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10120310-the-blue-silver-light-woke-up-the-day-starts-in
Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
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