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 quiet 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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this is only a profile for me to image collect so pretty much everything will be a reblog. if there isnt any credit attached to an image that would be the reason why. although i hate how tumblr believes its the attention deficit stream of conciousness straight from the eye of a triangle, i dont source these images myself so theres only so much a can complain

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