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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
- Invitation
- Robert Burns: I’ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig:
- Олег Бундур – На высоком берегу
- vorticism_is_a_choka_in_its_modular_home.html
- America To Great Britain by Washington Allston
- The Grave of the Hundered Head by Rudyard Kipling
- The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- Bridesmaid From Rio by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Lines of John M’Murdo by Robert Burns
- Youth And The Pilgrim by Sara Teasdale
- Mule Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- To Captain H—–d, of the 65th Regiment by Phillis Wheatley
- Sweeney Erect by T. S. Eliot
- The Stinging Nettle poem – A. E. Housman
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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).
