[ROSE]

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.

 

[kinza11]

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[happy123]

very nice sharing

 

[SHAYAN]

Nice..

 

[sobia11]

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[ROSE]

Thanks

 

[Muntazir Nigahain]

NiCe POst !!!

 

[ROSE]

thanks

 

[~ Sanam Khan ~]

Beautiful !!

 

[ROSE]

thanks