Promises to keep

Salam

I've deleted my chatbox and also my slideshow at the end of this page. It doesn't seem to serve any significant purpose.

I'm taking a time out for a while. I feel kinda weird.

There's so many that I have to do, even though sometimes I wish I don't have to.

Here's a beautiful poem from Robert Frost:

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.