Twists and turnsĀ 

The saddest song,

comes from a broken heart.

A dream unseen, undone in parts.

But we have it, to hope again.

Travel your road diligently, my friend.

Where once was a snowy path,

there are blooms aplenty, roses to last.

A different game, the shadows play.

A different wind does sway.

But the traveler, the same.

And we have it, to hope, to gain.

It’s not the end, it’s not the end.

A minor bird

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

– Robert Frost