A BEAUTY – A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR YOU

This poem is a special poem that I have remembered since the day I first discovered it.

It seems to be even more fitting right now.

Hope you love it too.

Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

“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

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm

Ive heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest Sea

Yet never in Extremity

It asked a crumb of me

Photo by Xander Ashwell on Unsplash

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