Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by 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 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 here; I did not die.

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Q & A from Tumblr

A: Age.
– 31
B: Where I’m from.
– Born and raised in Leyte (Philippines) and now in Dumaguete
C: Where I would like to live.
– Here. There. Anywhere. Everywhere. (took me 5 minutes to answer this and still couldn’t think of a place)
D: Favourite food.
– Pasta!
E: Religion.
– Baptized as a Catholic but I don’t practice it. I don’t believe in Religion.
F: Sexual orientation.
– Last time I checked, a heterosexual female. But not yet sure what the future holds.
G: Single/taken.
– Single AND Taken
H: Favourite book.
– I love to read so I have no single favorite.
I: Eye color.
– Black
J: Favorite movie.
– Don’t have a single favorite movie. It will be a crime to pick just one. Continue reading “Q & A from Tumblr”