Fabric mouth

The top of my lunch bag.

I don't know what else to write about my picture so I am quoting a poem that I really love by Victor Hugo about the loss of his daughter Léopoldine:

Tomorrow, starting at dawn, at the hour the land turns pale,
I will leave. You see, I know you are waiting for me.
I will go through the forest, I will go over the mountain.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.
I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
seeing nothing else, hearing no noise,
alone, unknown, my back bent, my hands crossed,
sad, and the day for me will be like night.
I will not see the gold of the evening falling,
nor the sails in the distance going down toward Harfleur,
and when I arrive, I will lay on your tomb
a bouquet of green holly and of heather in bloom.