patience and letters
dark and violent
lending a helping hand
to all who care
flints in the eye..
roars of the sun
catching every little laughter that burns
old or new?
or a garb ,all blue?
yet ,a little ray of light
seeps in through the cracks
at dawn
dusky feathers rattling
all untrue
this way or that?
nothing ,ever, is true
or certain.or big.or really new.
white circles on a violet ground
leaky wet , all brown.
dripping.red.blood on his hands.
and a four letter word
aching to die.
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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.
-Robert Frost..