Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Sure enough, her imagination had depicted the notions before Hadama confirmed them – conjuring a slight smile, inward, rather than mock a bird’s features. Sea grass with flowers, sprouting towards the sun peeking between undulations, setting her sights into perhaps further meandering into some of the sea enclosures amongst the Celestine, just so she could peek and seek them out herself.
Taken out of her potential and future reverie, the rosy flier tilted her head. I have a few helpers which allowed her to wander in and out. Otherwise I would be there all the time. Which she did for the most part anyway, allowing and permitting a few breaks in between the constant work.
Taken out of her potential and future reverie, the rosy flier tilted her head. I have a few helpers which allowed her to wander in and out. Otherwise I would be there all the time. Which she did for the most part anyway, allowing and permitting a few breaks in between the constant work.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
