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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
- Омар Хайям – Если любишь, то стойко разлуку терпи
- Федор Сологуб – Лежу и дышу осторожно
- Otho The Great – Act II poem – John Keats poems
- To the Author of the The Essay on Man by William Somervile
- Famine Song
- Reverie Of Ormuz The Persian
- Lines on Curll poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: Lines To John M’Murdo, Esq. Of Drumlanrig: Sent with some of the Author’s Poems.
- Song—A Fiddler in the North by Robert Burns
- Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Self and the Mulberry by Marvin Bell
- Владислав Крапивин – Было все хорошо до недавней поры
- The Pleäce Our Own Ageän by William Barnes
- The wondrous moment of our meeting… poem – Alexander Pushkin
- With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn
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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).
