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'Many people seem to think it foolish,
even superstitious,
to believe that the world
could still change for the better.
And it is true
that in winter
it is sometimes so bitingly cold
that one is tempted to say,
'What do I care
if there is a summer;
its warmth
is no help to me now.'
Yes,
evil often seems
to surpass good.
But then,
in spite of us,
and without our permission,
there comes at last an end
to the bitter frosts.
One morning
the wind turns,
and there is a thaw.
And so
I must still have hope.'
-vincent van gogh
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painting by vincent van gogh
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feelings told by poetry
PoetryI can't describe or explain my feelings but I will try, maybe for me maybe for you, with poetry.
