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 Орлов – Кому что снится?
- Георгий Иванов – Альбомный сонет
- The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Last Turn Of The Morning Carousel/Forever Turn The Midnight Carousel by Matthew Abuelo
- The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
- Наталья Шевченко – Прости прости Меня Отец
- Ellipsis by Shaunna Harper
- Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton
- Николай Языков – Стансы (В час, как деву молодую)
- paralipomemnon.html
- The Poisoned Present
- To Charles Cowden Clarke poem – John Keats poems
- On The Death Of Mrs. Throckmorton’s Bullfinch by William Cowper
- Off the Ground by Walter de la Mare
- That Light by Paul Hostovsky
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