The evening weaves its frost and
carries the weight of its beauty
in the night our hearts
embraces its colors
in white lace
our rags wandering
hard weeds
our sighs fatal
intoxicates our excesses
a smooth mood
fragile herbs trails that weave
sheet
our herbal sweetness.
Pearl Gaussac
"Herbal softness"
Thirsty Moon, she had to go out at night ...
"A-side of the grumbler", 2010
Illustration: Mary Cassatt , "The cup of tea" (1880)
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