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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

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

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