[(¯`•¸♥Faryal♥¸•´¯)]

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

 

[Nida-H]

Nice one..

 

[(¯`•¸♥Faryal♥¸•´¯)]

thanx ruby

 

[dont depend on others]

v nice

 

["K.G"]

thanks for sharing !