between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
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- For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- The Mermaid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Blank Dreams
- София Парнок – В земле бесплодной не взойти зерну
- Ольга Берггольц – Песня дочери
- Copla Suelta: The One and the Same Dream by T. Wignesan
- Юлия Жадовская – Да, я вижу
- Minoan Porcelain
- come, sun rays by Raj Arumugam
- Song—Blythe hae I been on yon hill by Robert Burns
- Folk Singer’s Blues by Shel Silverstein
- Hey! Mr.Pothole by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
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