Tuesday, 4 November 2014

The Desert Grows & Hope : )))

" The Desert grows : woe to him who harbors deserts ! "
- Friedrich Nietzsche 

Cuban Tody

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.

 -Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

  1. I love the birds. They are very fun and sweet. Lovely work.



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