For reasons many I the world do call
To come as one to turn pain, tears to mirth,
And like a seed in blessings huge though small
Step by step lat us fill with smiles the earth.
Why do we flowers with good eyes caress?
And even snakes find some who love them dear.
My deep tears through my mouth I do express.
Look at your mate; nothing on earth comes near.
The milk we drink from cows can give us health.
A golden ring to fingers the sky blue,
But nothing has my friend indeed more wealth
Tham,yes, a humna soul; your mind review.
In fact of those who have felt pain a cry
I want the world with its distress god-bye.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Lines of John M’Murdo by Robert Burns
- The Amendis to the Telyouris and Sowtaris for the Turnament maid on thame
- The Changeling by Russell Edson
- The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
- Inspiration
- The Music Of The Rains – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Late Autumn by William Allingham
- Такахама Кёси – Мимо порта родного
- Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding by William Morris
- The Silver Moon by Sappho
- Epigram on Miss Davies by Robert Burns
- Жан де Лафонтен – Волк и Конь
- Autum by T.S. Hulme
- Robert Burns: Philly And Willy:
- Огюст Барбье – Аллегри
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).
