A jeering sun once rose
And all she knew
Flower of her dream never grew
But in home of her own was a growing rose
That brought her smile and joy with hope
Eighth of months third day of week
Stress of delivery so she was weak
After I was born, like hen and her chick
My first seen elevated highest, her merriness than mountains’ peak
Though in that moment of abating pains
Her brightest heart was a sun shine on flowery plains
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Глазков – Пошел тропой
- Жан де Лафонтен – Утопленница
- The Labour by Mousumi Guha Roy
- Moony Affair by Satish Verma
- A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices by Stephen Crane
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Paradise Lost: Book 04 poem – John Milton poems
- When I Go Alone At Night by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Гумилев – Избиение женихов
- Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Костров – Письмо в никуда
- I Dream I M The Death Of Orpheus
- Paradise Lost: Book 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Memory Of My Father by Patrick Kavanagh
- The Years by Sara Teasdale
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).
