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
- For Birds by Nithin Purple
- Love Sonnet XXVI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Parallel Lies by Vaishnavi Prakash
- The Burial by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ordination by Robert Burns
- To Youth by Robert Herrick
- Омар Хайям – Не выращивай в сердце печали росток
- greece.html
- Владимир Луговской – Мальчики играют на горе
- Кастрюль и сковородок музыкант
- Fairy Land v by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Помни о дне красной казармы! (РОСТА № 732)
- Sow by Sylvia Plath
- A Poet by Thomas Hardy
- Жан де Лафонтен – Скупой, потерявший свое богатство
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).
