As if on us there was a call
The path we took only heard us at all
Preparing joyfully lined up to foul
Singing uncontrollably we matched but fall
Only the groove steep side of a dreadful-like mountain
Promises us a true good fate, the fruitful pain
None isn’t written, even beyond the brain
So we never made, the sea flows the deepest fountain
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Михаил Лермонтов – Ангел
- Day’s End by Tu Fu
- CloSe To My Heart by Nishant Deherkar
- Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose by William Wordsworth
- Николай Языков – Пушкину (О ты, чья дружба мне дороже)
- Psalm 04 poem – John Milton poems
- Иван Варавва – На окраине села
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is it, then, regret for buried time poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заметки о некоторой публицистике
- House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
- African Artists’ Painting Inspiration
- Anniversaries
- The Regret Of The Ranee In The Hall Of Peacocks
- Михаил Кузмин – Зачем в тот вечер роковой
- Beyond Darkness And Despair by Renu Ayyar
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).
