The Thing With Feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches on 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.
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photo by Manu Mohan at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgF4aQ8/Pigeon+flight
Hope is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world, so sad how this feeling can be so evil and cruel at the same time…