Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Of course,” she honored with a bow of her head, using it as a moment to muffle the laughter threatening to burst over. “Right by the entrance for all to admire.” She didn’t make him promise to place hers anywhere, but the pretenses and arch of her brow towards her indicated artwork might have suggested otherwise. Only when he fell into chuckles did she do so; pleased by the sincerity of the nonsense. “You’re welcome.”
From there, they’d have another solid memory to hold, rather than any other notions of despair or nuances caused by the world around them. And perhaps Zavien’s artwork would be placed there, the next time he found himself within the Celestine.
{FIN}
From there, they’d have another solid memory to hold, rather than any other notions of despair or nuances caused by the world around them. And perhaps Zavien’s artwork would be placed there, the next time he found himself within the Celestine.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
