Hope
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.
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)
2 comments:
dear friend, i'm done with finals on tuesday. so we have about four days after that to hang out.... I'm going to miss you a lot. Especially since we haven't really seen each other in the past month. I'm so happy for you that you past your teacher's test. *phew* did sahala do okay? have a great night.
Have you heard of the band named "joy flying?"
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