Miss A.K.

{....Emily Dickinson / Hope....}

"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 - ist 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.


just one moment and I record it.......






Canon Powershot A430

- an meine Bilder lass ich nur Gimp ;) -