Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I suppose,” she echoed, frowning slightly, at the notions of Stormbreak and its acerbic reputation. The war hadn’t been kind to any lands, much less individuals who glorified in it. Pulling at the hem a bit more, and placing her needles and thread away, she shook out portions of the garment, glancing at it from different angles.
Smiling, striving to renew that sense of inner peace and stalwart determination, she waited until Mateo seemed to have finalized his own piece; blooms unfurling in time to the muse of the season. “We’ll just have to find ways to change that,” radiant, buoyant, and positive, they could part ways with notions of alterations for the future – hopefully.
{FIN}
Smiling, striving to renew that sense of inner peace and stalwart determination, she waited until Mateo seemed to have finalized his own piece; blooms unfurling in time to the muse of the season. “We’ll just have to find ways to change that,” radiant, buoyant, and positive, they could part ways with notions of alterations for the future – hopefully.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
