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The fervent tavern was full of graceful mice.

They ran around  indoors the like charm-like ghosts.

One sensed the odor of the dead, gentle rat,

which a cat seemed to be catching, this morn.

The spiderweb adorned dainty tavern.

The spider slept immensely, such eagle owl.

The parrot longed for a native distance.

In its eyes a dreamery of moon and cag.

Mary ordered some cigars and brandy.

She drank at heavenly ferryman – a dream.

It was the glad time for the kindly story.

One reflected on tender, Elysian pearls.

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The fragrance of the apple pie could be felt everywhere.

The darkness surrounded the contemplative room.

Then she-pirate could feel tender like starlets twilight.

Taste of alcohol was like it from Arthurian Grail.

Mary thought of the old pirate from the Pacific.

He was, such a dreamer from Heaven, eternal friend.

He dreamt tenderly with feelings about yearning song.

He hid with Mary the ancient treasure at the dawn.

Mary uncovered her secret for barkeeper,

which the seagulls at the moony Morningstar carried:

The gold lies at end-world, whose name is hope of fisher.

About treasure everyone can muse as well as dream.

The storm came soon over isle-townlet and the harbor,

so that the barkeeper had to close tavern at rain.

Mary looked for some friends among the friendly seabirds.

It is beautifully, that there is a dream from times.

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Tell us Mary, where does your ringlet softly glitter and gleam,

in the tenderly sensitive eternity, on earth.

Where are your dazzling pearl necklaces with the sparkle down hanging!

Be still immensely all-powerful, yes on your account!

Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku and long poems.