Hymns For The Hellbound - © J.J. Garcia
Maneras de Vivir (I) - © J.J. Garcia
Keyra Liang
Missing You - © J.J. Garcia
Maneras de Vivir (I) - © J.J. Garcia
Keyra Liang
In the realm of shadows and veiled allure,
A mask emerges, a symphony obscure.
Crafted in whispers by skilled hands,
A dance of secrets, where mystery stands.
A canvas of silence, the mask unfolds,
A tapestry of stories, untold and bold.
Intricate lines etched with moonlit grace,
A clandestine artistry adorning the face.
Eyes veiled in enigma, a cosmic ballet,
Behind the mask, emotions at bay.
Colors swirl like dreams in twilight's kiss,
An ethereal masquerade, a poetic abyss.
Whispers of midnight, echoes of gold,
A visage concealed, a story to be told.
Silken tendrils of secrecy bind,
The wearer's soul to the mask's design.
A carnival of riddles, a carnival of disguise,
Where truth and illusion harmonize.
Feathers of obsidian, a plumage divine,
Cascading down in shadows, a mystical sign.
Yet, beneath the guise, a heartbeat beats,
A silent sonnet, where emotion meets.
The mask, a poet's sonnet spun,
A lyric in whispers, a tale begun.
Oh, mask of moonlight, guardian of the unknown,
In your mystic embrace, secrets are sown.
A veiled dance in the masquerade's embrace,
A mask, a poem, in a clandestine space.
The actual work in three series shots states "Missing You". We always miss someone in our lives. Maybe something, and although by the word "something" we usually mean objects, we often mean feelings. Still, it's something we don't like about life. The meaning of the series depends on each observer and the time we live in.
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