Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
by Robert Frost
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Coloring Life
Coloring Life
Originally uploaded by blueangel26
It's in a Trade Fair beside Brammaputra River in Mymenisingh.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Dahlia petal
Dahlia petal
Originally uploaded by blueangel26
Each flower is a soul opening out to nature. When a flower bloom so does Hope... Hope for a better world.
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