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my opinion still life

So Soon It Ends

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night….Anon

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Boston people camera city living

Winter’s Blast

Another winter has come
your head and hands go numb
looking forward to the frost and snow
nights spent near the fire watching the embers glow.

Steve Katz

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art

Feeling Fall

Sing a song of seasons!
   Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
   Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson