about myself

"journey of a thousand miles starts with single step"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the sameAnd both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference
I AM A THOUSAND WINDSTHAT BLOWIAM THE DIAMOND GLINTS ON SNOWI AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAINIAM THE GENLE AUTUMN RAINWHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING'S HUSHIAM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSHOF QUIET BIRDS IN CIRCLED FLIGHTIAM THE SOFT STARS THAT SHINE AT NIGHT