Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
'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—
It is said that intellegent people speak words that are simple, well understood, and a clean thought....
I LOVE HER POEM 'I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN' AND ''I FELT A CLEAVAGE IN MY MIND' MUCH.
Technology takes care of our body but poetry takes care of our soul
AH, MY DEJA VU! Such and excellent CLASSIC POEM OF THE DAY! 5 Stars full
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10/19/2021 6:51:56 PM # 1.0.0.736
a most beautiful poem Emily..thank you.. :)