bluerains
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an early work by Frost
Robert Frost...
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
expresses loads of the doors not taken...
Crossroads
Bittersweet our hope
and intentions
Thoughts offered in love
to be understood
Patterns in the highest
light emerge
at the crossroads of
each yellow path chosen
Sadly one finds a beauty
seldom seen but
still bittersweet
For once a direction
is chosen
Lost is another o))
*blue*
Robert Frost...
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
expresses loads of the doors not taken...
Crossroads
Bittersweet our hope
and intentions
Thoughts offered in love
to be understood
Patterns in the highest
light emerge
at the crossroads of
each yellow path chosen
Sadly one finds a beauty
seldom seen but
still bittersweet
For once a direction
is chosen
Lost is another o))
*blue*
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