"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire,He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her.Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door,To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire,He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy...
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