between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Помните
- Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
- Валерий Брюсов – Июль 1908
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мне каждый вечер зажигают свечи
- Владимир Британишский – Богаевский
- The Common Life by W H Auden
- Victims poem – Yaseen Anwer poems | Poetry Monster
- Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Composed During A Storm by William Wordsworth
- Шекспир – Не позволяю помыслам ревнивым – Сонет 57
- Иван Дмитриев – Сверчки
- The Sparrow Club by William Barnes
- Baldovan by William Topaz McGonagall
- The Travail Of Passion by William Butler Yeats
- Hound Voice by William Butler Yeats
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