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 Высоцкий – Ох, где был я вчера
- Нина Воронель – Вечная мерзлота
- Robert Burns: On A Bank Of Flowers:
- Eucalyptus Grove, morning by Neal Dachstadter
- The First Part: Sonnet 13 – O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks’ pure skies by William Drummond
- Robert Burns: Election Ballad For Westerha’:
- Breadfruit by Philip Larkin
- Алексей Жемчужников – Причина разногласия
- Shaftesbury Feäir by William Barnes
- Roar Shack poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
- The Conundrum of the Workshops by Rudyard Kipling
- Vegetable Swallow by Tristan Tzara
- Mora Jobana (My Youth) poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- 我被包围了
- A Schoolyard Shame by Ryan Isaacson
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).
