Part Two
Winter
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 is 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.
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ; Robert Frost
YOU ARE READING
Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)
FanfictionThey say things in life happen for a reason. Every little sway of the wind has purpose flowing inside it. But it seems reason took a day off when creating you. Especially when deciding to send you a cardboard box marked only with 'To ____ ____'. Th...
