Hiaku my heart

 

was on a field trip looking for feathers...

 

 hopeful feathers

 perched in my soul.

thanks Emily

 

 

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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson

 

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 recuerda mi corazon

haiku my heart