Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“I hope so,” she applied to the third statement, concentrating, focusing on her task with little streaks of lavender applied over and over again – glimpses of past sunsets or sunrises. The others mentioned would take more contemplation, and she didn’t want to parse through too much or say too little upon a man’s innermost reflections. “That doesn’t mean you won’t see it again,” she offered, carefully looking over her work instead of at the Sentinel. “Maybe it’s gone for now, but not forever.” An uplifting smile followed, before dipping her brush in the water, waiting for the colors to swirl away and falter off, so she could alter and change the hues.
Pink, this time, rosy complexions along clouds and stars. “Would it help, to talk about it?” Sheltered as she might’ve been from the outer world – Lena picked up on far more things than some might’ve thought. “I’ve never been to Halo.”
Pink, this time, rosy complexions along clouds and stars. “Would it help, to talk about it?” Sheltered as she might’ve been from the outer world – Lena picked up on far more things than some might’ve thought. “I’ve never been to Halo.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
