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
- In September poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
- AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD by Robert Herrick
- The Boy by William Henry Davies
- Василий Тредиаковский – Видеть все женские лица
- The Monastery Of Life by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Late Leaves by Walter Savage Landor
- The Puzzled Game-Birds by Thomas Hardy
- come on in, baby by Raj Arumugam
- False Friends-Like by William Barnes
- Song Of The Devoted Slave
- Зинаида Александрова – Мне рукою машет маленький сынок
- Hey, the Dusty Miller (Song) by Robert Burns
- Владимир Набоков – Спроси у хрустальной луны
- Robert Burns: Where Are The Joys I have Met?:
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).
