On roads that stretch beyond the dawn, We find ourselves where dreams are drawn. Each step we take, a storyâs…
At the crossroads of dreams and fears, We stand with hearts heavy and clear, Every step a whisper of fate,…
Amidst the woods so dark and deep, Where Robert’s verses often leap. The trails he chose, the roads less trod,…
On roads that twist and turn, we find our way, Through valleys deep and mountains high, we stray. Each step…
On winding roads, where shadows play, We tread on dreams, both night and day. With each step, a choice unfolds,…
Along the woods, where shadows play, Beneath the boughs, where whispers stay, Robert Frost’s words softly glide, In nature’s arms,…
At every fork, a choice awaits, Each turn a path, each step our fate. In shadows deep or daylight bright,…