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
15 random poems
- Вергилий – Буколики
- Twelve Months After by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тост
- Long For This World by Sophie Hannah
- The Flowers poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Betrothed by Rudyard Kipling
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath
- When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth
- A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Savour Your Life by Ronald G. Auguste
- Children’s Children by William Barnes
- Гавриил Державин – К правде
- Two Wings by Ricardo Sternberg
- Early summer rain by Yosa Buson
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