the priestess

The halfmoon
Leads her way
Is mirrored in the lake

One finger touches the surface
Everything shakes
She listens
Until she hears the call “Daughter”

She will not miss it.

Autor*in: Emilia Tapli

i believe that the children the visions and art come from the same place they come through the heart. through that we can carry them those creatures those souls. as mamas and midwifes and fertilize soil. my music:

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