Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Perhaps it could decorate her new apartment. Give a little highlight and life in the otherwise blank space, since moving, since trying to salvage whatever remained. She didn’t give it any thought thereafter, snagging at a few odds and ends to trade out of her basket. Thereafter, she had herself a new carving, and content, she placed it within her wares – only then noticing someone else nearby.
With a wave in response, she snorted a little inwardly, ashamed she hadn’t realized he was there earlier. She turned to join him a moment later, the warm smile returning to her features. “Hello Darkeye. I hope you’re faring well?” Maybe he’d advanced on his schemes and areas of neutrality.
With a wave in response, she snorted a little inwardly, ashamed she hadn’t realized he was there earlier. She turned to join him a moment later, the warm smile returning to her features. “Hello Darkeye. I hope you’re faring well?” Maybe he’d advanced on his schemes and areas of neutrality.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all