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
- Федор Сологуб – Круг начертан, и Сивилла
- Николай Гумилев – Никогда не сделаю я так
- Owen Aherne And His Dancers by William Butler Yeats
- Incendiary by Vernon Scannell
- Огюст Барбье – Бук
- Blue Squills by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: A Waukrife Minnie:
- “The flower, full blown, now bends the stalk, now breaks” poem – Alfred Austin
- False Intimacy by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Einstein Defining Special Relativity poem – A. Van Jordan poems
- The Basket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Такахама Кёси – Кажется мне
- Doctors by Rudyard Kipling
- Baptistry
- Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness by William Shakespeare
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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).
