Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena wondered about this one’s creation as a whole. Had Ludo made and molded them for the sheer purpose of intrigue, curiosity, and nearly inscrutable alterations? She didn’t say as much, not while they meandered and she strode along the path with her sole purpose of returning to the animals in her care. But she grew quiet again, listening as the youth explained her resolve on the matter at hand.
Her head only tilted as the gardens lingered overhead, as a familiar wake paused along her shoulders, as she visibly relaxed in the threshold of the Celestine. A faint smile flickered again, before she stepped within the confines of the zoo. “No. I won’t yell at you.”
Her head only tilted as the gardens lingered overhead, as a familiar wake paused along her shoulders, as she visibly relaxed in the threshold of the Celestine. A faint smile flickered again, before she stepped within the confines of the zoo. “No. I won’t yell at you.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
