In woods where~
the two roads diverged.
We took a halt~
for the night and~
talked the day out~
without letting the conversation~
falling victim to the lame words.
Sitting along a bon-fire~
You wrote your name~
with your finger~
on my hairy chest~
That name was etched~
on my soul for eternity~
Unaware of the 'morrow~
I combed your hair~
with my fingers~
and we let~
a GOOD NIGHT slip away in eyes...
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