'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
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Poems and other things
RandomSo this is just a thing where I thought that it would be cool to put some of the poems and other writings that I have onto Wattpad just for fun. Most of these writings will be from school, and the poems are just something that would be nice from t...
