Dreary Winter

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It’s dark. It’s bitter bone-chilling cold. Trees are bare. Earth is grey. The landscape around me is empty.

The winter everywhere. I can’t bend or stretch my body to the extent I want to. Every day doing yoga is feeling hard. This is winter.

Life got little busier during these Winter Holidays. In the hustle and bustle of activities, travel, movies, cooking, and shopping I couldn’t post much…

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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.

By Robert Frost

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