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**βHopeβ 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. This poem beautifully captures the essence of hope and its enduring nature.
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Sahar1994
@sahar1994
For youπ
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