Hope~

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Hope is the thing with feather

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune — without the words

And never stops at all

~

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And 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 Dickinson

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Author: EMK

Just blogging away in my free time while I try to make something of my life

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