HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS

HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS

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

When you feel ready to surrender to love

And you want to fall in love

I hope the universe guides you to me

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my love

I will protect your heart

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Evening storms.

Nothing is pointless. Everything has a reason and purpose.

This is true for everything that you can see and can't see, and for everything that you can feel and can't feel.

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