BY EMILY DICKINSON “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.
Wow❤️. Song makes me grateful to be sensitive, to be human, to be alive.
When they see us. This song haunted my soul.
I can’t believe I found this ❤️
bellissima voce... I love him
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“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.
Wow. THANK YOU 🙏💗
You are loved ❤
I think all 850 views came from When they see us
Vinícius Ribeiro yes!!
This gets me in the feels
When They See Us brought me here
Siphesihle Ignatia me too¡😩✌️
Same man
Siphesihle Ignatia same for me
Same
I love it...
❤❤❤❤❤
I haven’t seen When They See Us.
Someone who watched When the See Us brought me here.
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