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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
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Когда вдали от суеты всемирной
- Ariosto Orlando Furioso Canto X 91 99
- The Gardener XIII: I Asked Nothing by Rabindranath Tagore
- For the Lute by William Somervile
- Юлия Друнина – Царевна
- O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art by William Wordsworth
- Николай Языков – В. А. Елагину (Светло блестит на глади неба ясной)
- Cholera Camp by Rudyard Kipling
- Harry Ploughman poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Отходная
- Mi ha el by Vinko Kalinić
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool by Ruth Padel
- Life Is Motion by Wallace Stevens
- In torque by Muralidharan Mudaliar
Some external links:
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).
