To Roads Diverged In The Yellow Wood
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.
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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!
Her 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
'When faring on journeys, ward yourself well. Take not harbour near the highway for thereby dwell many ill wights for men's bewilderment.'