"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.
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
