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pine trees at the base of a misty mountain'What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the butterfly is just the beginning'
'Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well'

 

 

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the Diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there ,I did not die

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep


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