The Daily Spur 26.05.2026
spell
Spell.
Such a curious word.
A spell
can be spoken.
Written.
Whispered
into the dark
between hope
and longing.
Old stories
speak of
witches,
moonlight,
herbs,
candles,
and unseen things
stirring softly
in the night.
But perhaps
we cast spells
every day
without realizing.
A kind word.
A prayer.
A song
that heals something broken.
A hand held
when the world feels cold.
Maybe love itself
is a kind of spell—
the quiet magic
that keeps people
finding their way
back to light.
With love
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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