Uh, pretty photo! The autumn is so beautiful

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"The only thing left, is the right thing to do"

this makes me think of the beautiful poetry of robert frost

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his smile flashed into my world in beams of light

awesome pic

thank you so much girl with the beautiful tattoo

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Things to do before I die:
[x] Finding my real love!
[x] Get a Favourite!
[x] Have my own flat
[ ] Get a commission!
[ ] Marry!
[ ] Build a house!
[ ] Become daddy

i agree thank youuu!

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Things to do before I die:
[x] Finding my real love!
[x] Get a Favourite!
[x] Have my own flat
[ ] Get a commission!
[ ] Marry!
[ ] Build a house!
[ ] Become daddy

oh thank you i´ve not heard many things from him... hm.. could you give me a link or two with your favourite lyrics of him?

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Things to do before I die:
[x] Finding my real love!
[x] Get a Favourite!
[x] Have my own flat
[ ] Get a commission!
[ ] Marry!
[ ] Build a house!
[ ] Become daddy

this is my favourite poem of his, perhaps you've heard it before? the woods were a frequent theme in his poetry

into my own

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.




or more than likely you've read this one, it's one of his most well known poems:

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.

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his smile flashed into my world in beams of light

Great composure and lightning, you do not see many great path shots like this!

-Dan

Wow! Das is ur schön!

ich dacht immer ihr sagt: "urre schön"

vielen dank

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Things to do before I die:
[x] Finding my real love!
[x] Get a Favourite!
[x] Have my own flat
[ ] Get a commission!
[ ] Marry!
[ ] Build a house!
[ ] Become daddy