Many a summer ago, I dwelt with aching heart Far apart On that forgotten road I hear The small, dim, summer star Tireless, but slow and sad But among them all Sheβs the only one that Sings.
I've been reading some of Robert Frost's poetry lately, and it's just so beautiful, I decided to start a series based on this inspiration, called "'Frost'y Thoughts". :) This one started out as a black out poem and is based on Frost's "Ghost House". Please let me know what you think!