Robert Frost

Brook flows in my heart
as it flows twenty thousand years ago
with your friendship dear
and I can hear its song
touches and embraces immortality,
the moments when I went through your verses
still in my mind,
San Francisco, Boston...shine in the pages I feel,
as a candle
lighting in the avenues
through your verses you smile I feel:
''The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep'',
the firmament touches eternity I feel
with you dear,
like a shining star
our friendship
reflects in the drop of dew
in the eyes of spring
fringing the petal of rose.

by P A NOUSHAD

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Beautiful tribute to a literary icon of colossal proportion, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing.