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Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -Robert Louis Stevenson ©Jony Sharma Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -Robert Louis Stevenson

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -Robert Louis Stevenson ©Jony Sharma Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -Robert Louis Stevenson

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #dusk The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #dusk The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST

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"Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. Come, be my love in the wet woods; come, Where the boughs rain when it blows. Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain." ~ Robert Frost A poem from Robert Frost

"Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. Come, be my love in the wet woods; come, Where the boughs rain when it blows. Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain." ~ Robert Frost A poem from Robert Frost

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TECHNO MIRTH ©VINOD CHANDRA PATHAK LOUIS VUITTON #RECHESTPERSON

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Most of the times I forget that blood is running in my veins, not liquid fire; that there is a beating heart in my chest, not mounds of ice; that it is tears rolling down my cheeks, not endless waterfall; that I have so much dreams to achieve, not a vagabond life I really forget "as though hemlock I had drunk or emptied some dull opiate down the drains." ©indefinite_mirage Not a vagabond life. #khoj #vagabond #Opiate #poem #Poetry #Blood #tears #New #newpost UnHeardकवि Bibhuprasad Biswal:Aesthete Bhagyashree J

Most of the times I forget that blood is running in my veins, not liquid fire; that there is a beating heart in my chest, not mounds of ice; that it is tears rolling down my cheeks, not endless waterfall; that I have so much dreams to achieve, not a vagabond life I really forget "as though hemlock I had drunk or emptied some dull opiate down the drains." ©indefinite_mirage Not a vagabond life. #khoj #vagabond #Opiate #poem #Poetry #Blood #tears #New #newpost UnHeardकवि Bibhuprasad Biswal:Aesthete Bhagyashree J