"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.
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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God blessed me one sunny day.
He sent me an angel from so far away
To love and he
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
