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In the misty breath of autumn’s gloom,
Stone crosses stand as guardians of time,
Whispering prayers in a tongue of doom,
Where leaves still dance in silence sublime.
The quiet hangs heavy, a mourning song,
Voices of past in the trees concealed.
The earth beats softly, where memories throng,
And shadows of hope in the fog are revealed.
𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 :3
Devil woman 🦇🪦⛓️🩸
Photos I took at a cemetery. Found a crow & a headless statue of a woman! (Odd coincidence on how her last name is 'Crane'.. like Ichabod Crane??)