"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 abase the little bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chilled land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me

@omodeleolumide

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