"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
and sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
A sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
- Emily Dickson
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PoetryThe never ending book of poems and quotes and more of sorts. My favorites, along with ones i resonate with and feel others may to....in some small way, i at least hope some of these resonates or helps you in some way. ** i don't own the images or qu...
