Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“But you may be combatting multiple sides,” and here she frowned, slightly, uncertain of how far his plans would reach, her fingers tracing lightly over dried paint, carefully trying to put the rest of her items together, head lowered and bowed as she worked. “You likely don’t want to hear my recommendations, but perhaps you should concentrate and focus on that neutral area you want.” Maybe some would come. Maybe others craved the proportions of impartiality; hadn’t been spurned by the traumatic events cycling around. “Let the lands sort and settle themselves.” With citizens, leaders, and all the intermingled in between to decide what to do and where to go.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
