I stood at the junction,
Not knowing which road to follow,
One cluttered with leaves,
While the other was purely laid out,
Like a cloth,
Hidden among the canopy was a brook,
Replenishing life itself for thirst,
Desire and lust felt by the nerves,
Anguishing branches cuddled stems,
As if my mind is drizzling,
Over a puddle of brown leaves,
Clouds covered the grey horizon,
A question arose out of nowhere,
The sapling grew over years,
Healing time and toil.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- What Being in Rank-Old Nature poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- everything is a lie by tulip
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Липы
- Sonnet # 14 by Luis A. Estable
- Иосиф Бродский – Бюст Тиберия
- Нина Пикулева – Читайте, дети
- Someone Ate The Baby by Shel Silverstein
- Федор Сологуб – В его саду растет рябина
- An Exiles Farewell
- Владимир Маяковский – Еще Петербург
- Василий Курочкин – Юмористическим чутьем
- Epistle to Hugh Parker by Robert Burns
- Darest Thou Now, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Заболоцкий – Движение
- Олег Бундур – Гроза
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).
