Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Perhaps ignorance was bliss in Hadama’s case – but Lena left the notions behind as she gathered their materials and goods. Better not to dwell on it too hard, within moments and lands transfixed in some air, some vestiges, of tranquility and serenity. Placing her wares in her basket, snagging at a few pretty baubles and trinkets to pass along anonymously to those in the Grounds, and ensuring Hadama had his treats, she made her way back over to the merman.
“Here you are,” she smiled, passing them over. From there, they could partake in the sweets, confections, and conversation, before meandering back to their respective homes.
{FIN}
“Here you are,” she smiled, passing them over. From there, they could partake in the sweets, confections, and conversation, before meandering back to their respective homes.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
