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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
- Like Truthless Dreams, So Are My Joys Expired by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Илья Зданевич – Ослиный Бох
- Beautiful City poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- My Springs by Sidney Lanier
- The Defeat of Youth poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, yet we Trust that somehow Goo poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Threshold by Rabindranath Tagore
- Aubade by William Shakespeare
- drunkenness.html
- Федор Тютчев – Как дымный столп светлеет в вышине
- The Bells Ov Alderburnham by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: The Birks Of Aberfeldy:
- Channels by Shel Silverstein
- Song—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day by Robert Burns
- Олег Чупров – Тают в сумраке лица
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).
