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.
Emily Dickinson ~ Hope
George Frederick Watts ~ Hope
Maybe I am just another person that is starting an online magazine. I do not know, but I just have so many ideas running across my mind that I needed some form to express myself. Well, this is it. I am passionate about anything Art related and what can be wrong about sharing that with you.
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