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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
- A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies by William Ernest Henley
- Федор Сологуб – Знаю знанием последним
- On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder’d By Richardson by Phillis Wheatley
- Владимир Корнилов – Зачем
- Impresa by Satish Verma
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вместе грабили одну и ту же хату
- From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed by William Wordsworth
- Олег Карелин – Фото
- The Gardener LXXVI: The Fair Was On by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Карамзин – К Дмитриеву (Многие барды, лиру настроив)
- Илья Эренбург – Я бы мог прожить совсем иначе
- Entering the Body by Michelle Bonczek Evory
- Going Back to School by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что шумишь
- Culver Dell And The Squire by William Barnes
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).
