I am like grass
You can chop me mow me down
But I shall sprout again
Grow
and bounce back
Heard melodies are sweet- those unheard are sweeter
___Keats
But l have promises to keep
And miles to go before l sleep❤
___Robert Frost
If winter comes can spring be far behind
A thing of beauty is a joy forever...
Heard melodies are sweet unheard are...
____Keats
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