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
- 5 Top Sources of Inspiration That Will Help You Become a Successful Entrepreneur
- Street In Packingtown by Willa Sibert Cather
- Robert Burns: Craigieburn Wood:
- Аля Кудряшева – Про ангелов
- Анатолий Жигулин – Дорога
- Lapis Lazuli by William Butler Yeats
- The end by Mahak Raithatha S
- Roaming in Thought. by Walt Whitman
- The Lesson by Maya Angelou
- Second Poem by Peter Orlovsky
- Insomniac by Sylvia Plath
- If Truth in Hearts That Perish poem – A. E. Housman
- Indications, The. by Walt Whitman
- Living In Sin
- Not Intrigued With Evening by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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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).
