I don’t
care if I don’t have much, I still like to share.
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"Forgive me if there are occasions, dear ...
“Forgive me if there are occasions, dear,
When I seem cold, ungrateful, unaware –,
For you are the whole world to me, altho’
I may forget, sometimes to tell you so!”
Hope is a thing with feathers
Hope is a
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 chilliest land,
And on
the strangest sea;
Yet,
never, in extremity,
It asked
a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
11 December 2011
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