βŠ• Liminal hours π•Ύπ–†π–’π–π–†π–Žπ–“'π–˜ π–Šπ–“π–‰

βŠ• Liminal hours π•Ύπ–†π–’π–π–†π–Žπ–“'π–˜ π–Šπ–“π–‰


βŠ• π•Ώπ–šπ–—π–‡π–šπ–‘π–Šπ–“π–™ 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓
Bewitching the air
Liminal hours
π•Ύπ–†π–’π–π–†π–Žπ–“'π–˜ π–Šπ–“π–‰
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On this very day
Ghostly and intricate stitches unweave between the living and the dead
Edges become blurry and osmotic
Laughter echoes through the hollows of time Roads under the pale moonlight's glow
Spirits stray from their world to wander in ours
Rituals, bone-throwing and gatherings
This is the night which writes with the darkest of ink
About the cycles of life, death and rebirth
Brushing through the unknown, the unseen, the intuition
Marking the end of the Harvests.
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And beneath root
The tree grows silent
This is where the dark days begin.
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Photography | Poetry by
α›ŸαšΎ La VΓΆlva Creates Β©

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