Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
With the promise, she grinned, content they’d be able to embody the entire episode again. For both of them, apparently, patting him on one of the many ridges. I suppose she hummed with more of an amused ease, fingers less shaking with apprehension and more with ebullience and exhilaration now, as she opened up the satchel.
Bringing her gaze back up to find only mist, that too was an awe-inspiring, breathtaking sight. She might’ve sat there for a moment, taking it all in, before hands closing over powder, then opened it up once more – watching as the flakes dissipated into the wind from her palm, into vestiges and granules amidst the sky.
Bringing her gaze back up to find only mist, that too was an awe-inspiring, breathtaking sight. She might’ve sat there for a moment, taking it all in, before hands closing over powder, then opened it up once more – watching as the flakes dissipated into the wind from her palm, into vestiges and granules amidst the sky.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
