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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 the snow. I am the sunlight on the 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.

No doubt, this is my favourite poem (by Mary Frye) and it was wonderful to make this piece. motion blur is my love.

background + snow + bird brushes + smoke brushes + horse

Description
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 the snow. I am the sunlight on the 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.

No doubt, this is my favourite poem (by Mary Frye) and it was wonderful to make this piece. motion blur is my love.

background + snow + bird brushes + smoke brushes + horse