Vishvaraj ChauhanDec 14, 20171 min readTo Roads Diverged In The Yellow WoodTo roads diverged in the yellow wood; Why do you tear me so? Making me choose between could and should; Knowing I’ll have to reap what I sow.. . .Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!#Decisions #Life #Poetry #roads
To roads diverged in the yellow wood; Why do you tear me so? Making me choose between could and should; Knowing I’ll have to reap what I sow.. . .Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!#Decisions #Life #Poetry #roads
I'll Always Love YouHer name prints a distinct image in my mind, one that is too private to share yet too common in type. Her eyes were deep, not in the sense that I could fall into them, but in a way that they conveyed
A Wight Named Celisen'When faring on journeys, ward yourself well. Take not harbour near the highway for thereby dwell many ill wights for men's bewilderment.'