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
- The Linden On The Lawn by William Barnes
- The Hollow Woak by William Barnes
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- Rain After a Vaudeville Show by Stephen Vincent Benet
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Alone In The Woods by Stevie Smith
- Farmers Market by Mary TallMountain
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Eve of spring by Vladimir Marku
- Sketch—New Year’s Day, 1790 by Robert Burns
- On Reading Omar Khayyam by Vachel Lindsay
- Otho The Great – Act V poem – John Keats poems
- Юрий Коринец – Царь-баба
- Robert Burns: The Chevalier’s Lament:
- Died of Wounds 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).
