hope is the thing with feather
it flies, flies with an air of a wanderer
carrying a muse to distant shores
poem:
hope is the thing with her poems
that sweep the shore of every American's heart
without even the slightest whisper
except the relentless wave that crushes
over and over a terrain that gives
a fresh new lane to anchor our soul
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emily-dickinson-haiku-hope/
