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.
Sunday, May 7, 2006
I felt entranced by this natural kaleidoscope when i went out for a stroll today evening along the banks of the Mohawk. How many words would a poet need to describe this ? How many colours would a painter need to paint this ?
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