Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She didn’t need to be told twice, the excitement picking up and pulsing in her blood – a vibrant outcry of glee and exhilaration flickering from her lungs this time, because she was prepared for it, as they dove and dove and fell and fell –
Wind rushing, pushing, and she didn’t dare close her eyes to the semblance of wonder and ridiculousness. She did, however, hang on tightly as he suggested, instead of the sudden urge to raise her arms in the air and flail them around like a fool.
Excellent she preened and laughed, and then breathed, as they finished up with the protection of the world around them.
{FIN <3}
Wind rushing, pushing, and she didn’t dare close her eyes to the semblance of wonder and ridiculousness. She did, however, hang on tightly as he suggested, instead of the sudden urge to raise her arms in the air and flail them around like a fool.
Excellent she preened and laughed, and then breathed, as they finished up with the protection of the world around them.
{FIN <3}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
