Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I couldn't travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;I shall be telling with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
To roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the rood less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Ten Million Fireflies
Poetryit's a collection of all my favourite poems and Verses of Robert Frost, my favourite poet. I was thinking of keeping them together in a diary or something. and then I remembered there's wattpad to keep them and share with others. so here you go...