А мне можно!
И стихотворение Эмили Дикинсон бонусом 🦉Emily DickinsonHopeHope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings a tune without 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 keeps so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea Yet, never, in extremity It ask a crumb of me.
3 weeks ago | [YT] | 1
А мне можно!
И стихотворение Эмили Дикинсон бонусом 🦉
Emily Dickinson
Hope
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without 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 keeps so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.
3 weeks ago | [YT] | 1