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The deep dark soil
Gradually turns to mud;
A gentle insistent patter
Right inside the cloud;
Dappled autumn hues
Of bark and leaves
Shades of browns
And intense fading greens;
And the mist-shrouded wood-smoke
Wafting lazily without a breeze;
A solitary bird whistles
A lone car hisses by –
Magical, mystical,
Pleasingly mysterious:
It is. Quietly on its own
Existing as if in a dream;
Yet this is no dreamland.
I am here, I hear, I smell
I taste and see
This cold brown log upon which I write
These thoughts of you
Wishing that we
Could have shared this moment:
Close, speaking softly touching
Making love to you;
Here in this morning
Where we both can dream
Inside the comfort of this cloud,
Lost, together in our own time.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Ок Мельникова – Гасите звёзды
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands:
- Poem poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Sleepless by Sara Teasdale
- Andrew Lang – Andrew Lang Poems
- Иван Мятлев – Старушка
- Couplet 5 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Николай Гербель – Введение к поэме
- Ione, Dead the Long Year poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня лётчика
- Константин Бальмонт – Морская пани
- Maenad by Sylvia Plath
- Primacy Of Mind poem – Alfred Austin
- Юлия Жадовская – Всё ты уносишь, нещадное время
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
