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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im watcing ur way in the path of clowds

my tears doesn't come down untill u come

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I've got nothing left to say.

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And I'

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Whatever happened to us when did we end?

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If only walls could talk,

They'd tell you about me,

And how they hear me scream

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"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune

koi kesa bhi ho kya fark padta hai

koi sub kahe, koi chup rahe,

koi chhav sahe, to koi dhup sahe,

koi rahe, to koi n