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Questions for Frost.


Hello,

Mr. Frost,

Where is this road?

 

For,

I fear,

I am without one.

 

I,

See nothing,

No path for myself.

 

So,

Mr. Frost,

This road you speak.

 

Please,

Show me,

The road not taken.

 

Hello,

Mr. Frost,

See, fire or ice?

 

I,

See only,

The beauty in fire.

 

I,

See only,

The beauty of ice.

 

So,

Mr. Frost,

My Question to you.

 

In,

This world,

In all we desire.

 

We,

Fall victim,

To ice and fire.

 

 

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