For reasons many I the world do call
To come as one to turn pain, tears to mirth,
And like a seed in blessings huge though small
Step by step lat us fill with smiles the earth.
Why do we flowers with good eyes caress?
And even snakes find some who love them dear.
My deep tears through my mouth I do express.
Look at your mate; nothing on earth comes near.
The milk we drink from cows can give us health.
A golden ring to fingers the sky blue,
But nothing has my friend indeed more wealth
Tham,yes, a humna soul; your mind review.
In fact of those who have felt pain a cry
I want the world with its distress god-bye.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
- Pamela Griffiths – Pamela Griffiths
- To a Locomotive in Winter. by Walt Whitman
- A Study by Wang Wei
- Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
- Николай Гумилев – Маэстро
- Николай Гумилев – Лесной пожар
- I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
- Joy and Pleasure by William Henry Davies
- Aubade by Philip Larkin
- Владимир Британишский – Смешанный брак
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Билла Сиггера
- Zero by Robert Creeley
- Beginners. by Walt Whitman
- Олег Григорьев – Угро
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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).
