Some people can always find something to hope for. Some people just borrow others hopes and dreams. Some people loose their faith now and then. Some people can stand, some other don't need to. I am one among some.


sharon stone said...

Emily Dickinson: 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.

Vera Linn said...

:'( nagyon szép. köszönöm.