What An Opportunity

Frost.

In Life on August 25, 2013 at 3:07 am

Her eyes wondered to his gaze

The frailty of another moment’s fulfilled, yet haunting, haze

The boy’s will so sure

When those hands gently impart from her

Are there not more letters, that in their strongest of days, could not accomplish the wonder in that phrase?

 

The boy’s will so sure

So pure, if only, to endure

Are we more than reflections of those we hold dear

Those, together numerous as sand, yet tested in the His hearth for purpose most clear

One could murmur, as the wind walks alongside, the days themselves are surely known to the penultimate yet the adventures they hold are obscure

 

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference

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