Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Home; much easier on wings or towards the nearest skyport, intending to lift her way along thermals and winds. A particular brand of sentiments that gave her pause and serenity, even when it had been broken apart by adversaries. Thank you for helping me plant. She would’ve been forced to use the water by other means, or hope the swamp eventually reached the seedlings.
The Caretaker unfurled her wings by means of the simple gestures, of longing to take flight and be rid of the bogs for the day. What about you? To his own dwellings, she presumed, following waterways and paths back towards Torchline, under and into the fathoms, billowing in his own freedom and liberation.
The Caretaker unfurled her wings by means of the simple gestures, of longing to take flight and be rid of the bogs for the day. What about you? To his own dwellings, she presumed, following waterways and paths back towards Torchline, under and into the fathoms, billowing in his own freedom and liberation.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
