In the Woods, I Stood All Alone..

There I stood all alone in the woods,

Far from my hut with no one to hold.

Where I felt my heart heavy and fast,

All alone and no one to talk.

Then I remembered I was already lost,

Not in woods but in the hut.

Alone I thought whom I lost,

And a little hand lifted me out of the pit.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST

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