It’s 70 degrees right now, but today I feel like the sad part of a Robert Frost poem.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Maybe the weekend will be better.
(photo: -liyen-)
It’s 70 degrees right now, but today I feel like the sad part of a Robert Frost poem.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Maybe the weekend will be better.
(photo: -liyen-)
Posted 3 years ago Notes