A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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The things I've seen will scar me for life.

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You are my sunshine.

You are my shining star.

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My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,

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HMNE HI KUCH JYADA APNA SAMAJH 

LIYA THA UNHE APNE TO WHO HUE

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Friends are far, friends are near.

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Through tears and fights,

Through smiles, I knew everything

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