picture in my mind

💜 words can be beautiful.

and articulate the exquisiteness of human emotion.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy power which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates

--

Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;
Love repulsed -- but it returneth!

Yet were life a charnel, where
Hope lay coffined with Despair;
Yet were Truth a sacred lie.
Love were lust--

If Liberty
Lent not life its soul of light,
Hope its iris of delight,
Truth its prophet's robe to wear,
Love its power to give and bear.

~ Percry Bysshe Shelley

Remember its flight

for the bird is mortal.

~ Forough Farrokhzad