I again pray after silence and stay silent after prayer.
The lily of my dreams has long fled the white colour.
The white of snows, the white of petals… and even
the white of eggs.
The raven, blacker than death, haunts the lily,
fading away on the wings of storms.
-Alisa Velaj, She Rises: Why Goddess Feminism, Activism and Spirituality
The lily of my dreams has long fled the white colour.
The white of snows, the white of petals… and even
the white of eggs.
The raven, blacker than death, haunts the lily,
fading away on the wings of storms.
-Alisa Velaj, She Rises: Why Goddess Feminism, Activism and Spirituality
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