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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 Высоцкий – Мы живём в большом селе Большие Вилы
- Outside the Window, Snow
- They Thought Her Crazy by Mary Etta Metcalf
- The Conclusion by Sir Walter Raleigh
- The Littlle Black-Eyed Rebel by Will McKendree Carleton
- Light poem – John Milton poems
- Black Stone On Top Of Nothing by Philip Levine
- The Defeat of Youth poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Don’t fear death poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- At The Close Of The Canvass poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald Downs:
- Николай Заболоцкий – Осенний клен
- I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
- Ulster by Rudyard Kipling
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
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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).
