$MASKS

**“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.

This poem beautifully captures the essence of hope and its enduring nature.

Life is beautiful, dance and love with it.💎 Basic   

nft😍
$degen ❤️