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KAUR
The woods are lovely,dark and deep, But i have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep... ©KAUR #Robert frost
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"Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. Come, be my love in the wet woods; come, Where the boughs rain when it blows. Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain." ~ Robert Frost A poem from Robert Frost
A poem from Robert Frost
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Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”.
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”. #nojotophoto #شاعری
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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. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #dusk The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST
Bharath Nandibhatla
When I'm not writing these lines, I'm writing between them. When you read between the lines I write, it's poetry. When you read beyond the lines I write, you're a poem. I'm a poet trying to be a poem. #poet #poem #you
Priyanka Chattopadhyay
Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by Robert Frost #Poetry #evening L♥️ve #Tellmehowyoulikeit #poem #nojotovideo
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FERVOUR If I swing my treads and shape withdraw, As I crush the burdened afternoon lanes, If I trade settled steps for a playful flaw, And slowly drift with the uncertain rains, Would I own view of bare seraphic eyes, Whose glimpse fair recollections convey? I wonder longing oft at the stifling skies, Whether we'd meet just one mile away; “But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.” — Robert Frost
“But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.” — Robert Frost
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