“A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster; It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses. I pass by that way in… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Her lips so pink that not roses have ever been¦with every word begging to her lips to make them speak¦the melody of every word she speaks sound like a singing nightingale¦ — Shubham Joshi Copy Share Image
