Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
After pleasantries, her eyes fixed on the stall he’d clearly been eyeing, but couldn’t reach on his own. The aroma of the wondrous concoction of food wafted over, and she could imagine why he seemed intent on accessing such delights. “Ah, I don’t blame you,” smiling sweetly, with a knack for sugary concessions of her own.
She needed to meander over that way anyway, returning back to kiosks with a clearer head and a better picture of what she needed to snag too. “Sure,” and her gaze followed and traced the beautiful, unusual shell, hands lacing over the creamy, smooth texture of it. “Beautiful. How many would you like?” Figuring, most likely, he’d be able to swindle quite a few of the treats with the artifact.
She needed to meander over that way anyway, returning back to kiosks with a clearer head and a better picture of what she needed to snag too. “Sure,” and her gaze followed and traced the beautiful, unusual shell, hands lacing over the creamy, smooth texture of it. “Beautiful. How many would you like?” Figuring, most likely, he’d be able to swindle quite a few of the treats with the artifact.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
