Poetry from a creative source

This is a wonderful piece of work from a really happy place. A girlfriend I happen to bump into the other day. It wasn’t just a happy suprise but a much needed event. The event threw me back to a whole 7 years and a wonderful reoccuring theme happend. Poetry from a friend!

 

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the stune-without the words,
And never stops at all,

…And sweetes in the gale is heard;
And sore must be th 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.

 
By Ayesha Roos Facebook
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