what to do
to drown the turmoil,
the palpable tension
clouding,
crowding the mind?
what to do
to keep from spinning,
to keep from turning,
to feel
sleep’s soothing touch?
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.
your words hold
such delicate beauty ~
but i must say
tonight,
they are a curse.
sorry, Robert.
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… the quote is the last stanza of Robert Frost’s wonderful poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening‘.
Another Wandering Soul 
Beautiful post 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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I really like it, especially how you tie in the quote from Mr. Frost. It’s a very interesting picture of what you were feeling that night 🙂
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awh, thank you 🙂
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