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
- Journey Of Life by Nikhil Srinivas
- Ольга Берггольц – Я все оставляю тебе при уходе
- Advice To A Girl by Sara Teasdale
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- The Fable by Yvor Winters
- Sonnet IX by William Shakespeare
- Full Moon by Tu Fu
- Валерий Брюсов – После смерти Ленина
- This is Love by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Untitled XII by Yunus Emre
- Lullaby of the Onion by Miguel Hernandez
- To John Keats poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Charm by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иноходец
- Василий Курочкин – Поэту адвокату
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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).
