Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena shuddered, then sighed, eyes darting over to where portions of the platform crumbled away. Though she wasn’t in any danger due to the shifting ground, Talyson certainly was, and she kept her gaze pinpointed on movements throughout the fire and smog. When there was no outcry or death knell, the youth forged on.
How much longer she’d be willing to do so was left up to determination and staunchness, but already lingering here continued to compel her into uncertainty. This time, she rounded along the edges (or what she perceived as the boundaries), trying desperately to find the eye.
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Lena checks over the edges to see if the eye has gone thatta way.
How much longer she’d be willing to do so was left up to determination and staunchness, but already lingering here continued to compel her into uncertainty. This time, she rounded along the edges (or what she perceived as the boundaries), trying desperately to find the eye.
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Lena checks over the edges to see if the eye has gone thatta way.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
