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
- Rememberance of that Power by sylvan lightbourne
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихотворение о проданной телятине
- Владимир Британишский – Унифицированный современный поэт
- Robert Burns: Extempore Reply To An Invitation:
- Robert Burns: Montgomerie’s Peggy:
- Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary by Robert Burns
- Федор Сологуб – Моя верховная воля
- Владимир Высоцкий – Запись в книге почётных гостей ВНИИФТРИ
- Наум Коржавин – Меня, как видно, Бог не звал
- Владимир Степанов – Облако-овечка
- Early Love
- At Oxford by William Lisle Bowles
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лес и Дровосек
- Владимир Корнилов – Кривая
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
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).
