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Your face smells a piece of art
And my blithe mountain
Needs to present it artistically
With all features of your jointed beauty.
Your face is printable
Not with technical composition
Not on capricious papers
But I have to draw your face.
Calling our intimacy
My body prefers to use
My impetuous tongue
In lieu of what they call pencil.
After this work
Your picture will summarize
All the questions of life
Even if my saliva will cover it.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Childhood Memories by Preethi Saravanakumar
- Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem poem – John Keats poems
- Untitled I by Yunus Emre
- Константин Бальмонт – Мы шли в золотистом тумане
- Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- The Everlasting Voices by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Луговской – Пила
- Full Fathom Five by Sylvia Plath
- The Great Conch Train Robbery by Shel Silverstein
- Омар Хайям – Чем пустыми мечтами себя донимать
- Robert Burns: The Libeller’s Self-Reproof:
- The Aegean by Maria Luisa Spaziani
- In the Carpenter’s Shop by Sara Teasdale
- To a Common Prostitute. by Walt Whitman
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).
