I kept the first for another day
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
Two roads diverged in a one life
Having perhaps the better claim
And both that morning equally lay
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Still lived for one song more
I meant not even if asked
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor life
But if it had to perish twice
I doubted if I should ever come back...
28.04.07.
I think it my loss
© Copyright: Аза Тур, 2007
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