Tag: lonliness
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Evening Stroll
The sky’s rouge / drew back / beneath their steps / overgrown with the sidewalks, / mingled with the dust of asphalts.
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Mushroom Gathering
A golden day mid-week — / and what else would maidens seek? / “Mushroom gathering we will go!” / Baskets rustle and pink cheeks glow.
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Summer
Summer, nights are round as is the moon / I love the windswept grasses and the face / of a woman / walking on silver paths deep in forest