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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
- Владимир Британишский – Когда потянет нас на компромисс
- The Road That Runs Beside The River by Thomas Lux
- On the Idle Hill of Summer poem – A. E. Housman
- Italy
- Mortality poem – John Betjeman poems
- Prayer of St. Francis Xavier poem – Alexander Pope
- Home Is So Sad by Philip Larkin
- Владимир Корнилов – Гумилев
- Dalliance of the Eagles, The. by Walt Whitman
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Средь бега дней моих порой
- The Other Half by Shaunna Harper
- Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of The ‘Botanic Garden.’ by William Cowper
- Sonnet To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Вера Полозкова – Да что у меня, нормально всё, так, условно
- Олег Григорьев – Гений
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).
