IN WHICH FROST IS REWORKED

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Infinite roads diverged in a wood
Delighted I could travel all
And be one traveller, short I stood
And walked as fast as I could fall
To new twists and bends in time and space;
Then took another and the next,
And I kept the smile upon my face
I sleeved my heart and welcomed guests;
And all the people on those roads
Had driven me exactly the same,
For many loves became my foes
Those fake loves all writ in true love’s name.
But I kept hope and walked some more
Not knowing if roads would lead to death;
I doubted doubt, unsure of sure
Yet I fell in love with all I met.
Infinite roads diverged in a wood
With finite and unloving men
Most travelled ones were misunderstood;
For love, life, I’d take them again.

 

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