Hope is the thing with feather
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.
توضیح شعر:
امید مثل پرنده ای هست که در روح میشینه.
پرنده ای که امید داره همیشه میخونه
حتی زمانی که هوا طوفانی ✌❤
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