It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
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The Road Not Taken
17.04.20
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;
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The Tiger
17.04.20
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?