hope in Tyresö
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
(Mary Frye)
Bollmora kyrkogård, Tyresö (map) 10 October 2009
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5 years ago
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Lovely shot and touching verses. The flower is fake even this time, it isn't?
Nice picture and poem. Very fitting.
Autumn on my mind. In many ways.
Vogon Poet: Yep, the same flower from another angle...
Halcyon: It's a lovely poem and I hope the photo could do it some justice.
B Squared: Thanks.
Good of you all to stop by today.
Underbart vackert, Per!
Great detail! I like the bird's eye view on the bird.
Here's a place where I like to recharge my batteries and get some perspective on those small issues that tend to keep us busy most of the time.
Lena Johansson: Tack snälla.
JM: All in a peaceful place.
Thanks everyone.
Beautiful poem and photo.
A snowy photo would have been ideal, I guess... Any day now.
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