Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
How did one show forgiveness, or a lack of vengeful notions towards those who’d wronged them? Lena wasn’t certain, and could only hazard a few guesses. She wasn’t even sure if she was extending pardons or exonerations - not for the slaying of her people (her sister) and the destruction of her home. Maybe a sign that she wasn’t like them – purposeful, a clear and precise message; kindness extended even when it rightly shouldn’t be.
Was that bitter, in its own way?
Shaking her head, and rambling onwards, the youth roamed into the confines of the Boondocks once more. Notions were heralded towards sending some sort of message wrapped amongst and amidst the pending, anonymous gift – threading her way towards a more Old God focused source of materials along a kiosk - but noticing someone familiar along the waves. "Oh, hello Hadama," she mentioned warmly. "Are you looking for something?"
Was that bitter, in its own way?
Shaking her head, and rambling onwards, the youth roamed into the confines of the Boondocks once more. Notions were heralded towards sending some sort of message wrapped amongst and amidst the pending, anonymous gift – threading her way towards a more Old God focused source of materials along a kiosk - but noticing someone familiar along the waves. "Oh, hello Hadama," she mentioned warmly. "Are you looking for something?"
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
