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[ I drove away from my home, but not too far. I simply needed to escape and be alone. The driving was serene on that old abandoned highway that let directly to my house. The stars looked down with pity on me, but I didn't want it.1 ] at storywrite
I drove away from my home, but not too far. I simply needed to escape and be alone. The driving was serene on that old abandoned highway that let directly to my house. The stars looked down with pity on me, but I didn't want
[ Her face became shrouded from the second hand smoke, ] at allpoetry
Her face became shrouded from the second hand smoke, And the filtered omniscient moonlight shined upon her elegant and arcane features.
[ I pity you because of your faith in me, ] at allpoetry
I pity you because of your faith in me, Despite my superb skills in the realm of failure,

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on Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, on August 15, 2006
I always loved this poem, because it gets the reader thinking, "Is he talking about physical miles, or emotional and spiritual miles?" We do not know if he has miles to go, as in, growing more spiritually, or actually has to ride on to meet someone. I love this poem.