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
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ель и берёза
- Валерий Брюсов – Инкогнито
- Night Song At Amalfi by Sara Teasdale
- Shimmering by Satish Verma
- But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale
- Backtracking by Satish Verma
- Down in the valley by Marcin Malek
- Стефан Малларме – О, зеркало
- Нина Воронель – Харьков
- Auld Maitland poem – Andrew Lang poems
- I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson by Walter Savage Landor
- Владимир Британишский – Снились двое товарищей по Салехарду
- Who’s Who by W H Auden
- Олег Григорьев – Пляж давно опустел
- Song—A Waukrife Minnie by Robert Burns
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).
