Hi! 
Part-time-secretive writer!


for me, writing is fulfilling warm and fun 
for me, writing is thrill moon and sun 
loving you keeps me on the run!!!

Much of the snow I resemble 
That it feels home with chilly winds around 
Of the red cheeks, it offers 
My hands do shiver 
But I write down and down and down!

Something I shall always love:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.
by Robert Frost