Drey Poems - Poems about Drey

...A Symphony Of Sound Still Around Three ladybugs on a succulent pose. Two tired tulips in my windowsill doze. New dark dahlias will soon surprise. Begonias in sunshine will always rise. Und......

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...The land suffers too much greening; luxuriance froths to fever and glut, birds cannot consume all the insects, nor serpents eat the thronging flocks. The soil hogs on the swill of decay, drey an......

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...we mend what we can - broken saucers, with gum and patience a detached belt buckle, with flair and calculations but an air of nameless melancholy, with agony and gloom? imagine this, darling dar......

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...I should go paint sometime today. My art studio is across the way. In a garage not a concrete quay. My horse painting can almost neigh. I hear it from my squirrel nest drey. Wait a second. Is ......

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...An Excerpt from Nature's diary The Rain took a break Sunshine embraced the wet woods Squirrel out of drey ©Anulaxmi Nayak, December 2019......

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...In the trees, high up catching every breeze small twigs, dry grass, and leaves form the large drey, with stuffing from some cushioned chair pretended to be hay; atop the forked trunks of mig......

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...Premium members can read the words below that you see as three x's There once was a French girl named Nanc who set sail from the west coast of *** Seven sisters swam in a race, but only on......

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...The squirrel who played like a kitten is dead found her stiff and rigid body where she used to tread, on the ground by the pond she lay still and silenced only the furry tail still wav......

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...Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And moisture derived......

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...Feels like the end Busy Scrambling a surety for a bend Believing Will turn to a trend Never could feel for pay But be a bit Daniel Day With marilyn's kiss each day All satisfied even just i......

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...Curtain of brown dusk Could not hide your pleasant silhouette From my sight. Memories of a day Being shared between evening clouds. A moment still hanging- With a last wish of a spring leaf. Wild wi......

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