the world should never forget
"the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,"
( 0/ 2/ 200; 0: 0a) - "the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,"
simply stepping into each day is often enough to bring tears,
walking out into mist falling like rain makes smiles
and thoughts of footsteps and years
shed any thoughts of the undone, the abandoned, the failed,
leaving only contemplation of solitude brought on by beauty.
and appreciation too deep and personal to truly mention.
"but i have promises to keep,"
(w/ grace from frost)