“Hope” is the thing with feathers Collab with Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers




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Thank you Emily Dickinson for being so inspiring, credit to her! Remember to never stop believing, even during this time of global distress

“Hope” is the thing with feathers Collab with Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul,

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words,

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.

“Hope” is the thing that soars and fills us all with awe

“Hope” is the thing that soars and fills us all with awe It ignites our bones and inspires us all,

“Hope” is the thing that soars and fills us all with awe It ignites our bones and inspires us all, And fills us all with DETERMINATION,

“Hope” is the thing that soars and fills us all with awe It ignites our bones and inspires us all, And fills us all with DETERMINATION, And is everlasting.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm

And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird

And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm

Shame be to all who try to hurt the little bird

Shame be to all who try to hurt the little bird For the little bird has given the gift that is irreplaceable,

Shame be to all who try to hurt the little bird For the little bird has given the gift that is irreplaceable, That has enlightened our hearts and filled our mind and soul with love

Shame be to all who try to hurt the little bird For the little bird has given the gift that is irreplaceable, That has enlightened our hearts and filled our mind and soul with love Gone be the storms who damages “hope”

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea;

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity,

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me

HOW AM I WORTHY?

MUST I HAVE FILLED THE BIRD WITH HOPE?

Thank you for reading @louisvillian5 and look up Emily Dickinson on google. She’s probably the greatest poet of all time!

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