NocturN.
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:secretweapon_hoi:Death is not the end. Death can never be the end.
:secretweapon_hoi:Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide





Romans 8:18
"The pain you've been feeling can't compare to the joy that is coming."
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:secretweapon_hoi:Death is not the end. Death can never be the end.
:secretweapon_hoi:Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide





Romans 8:18
"The pain you've been feeling can't compare to the joy that is coming."
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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 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.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

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NocturN. 13 авг. в 1:27 
You came again, but silence
Had fallen on your heart,
And in your eyes were visions
That held us still apart.

And now I go on hearing
The words you did not say,
And the kiss you did not give me
Burns on my lips to-day.
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NocturN. 13 авг. в 1:24 
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
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NocturN. 13 авг. в 1:22 
With doubt and dismay you are smitten
You think there's no chance for you, son?
Why, the best books haven't been written
The best race hasn't been run,
The best score hasn't been made yet,
The best song hasn't been sung,
The best tune hasn't been played yet,
Cheer up, for the world is young!
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NocturN. 13 авг. в 1:21 
These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt

you have offered them
to me I am only
giving them back

if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not
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NocturN. 13 авг. в 1:19 
Now that they are written,
each fragment in its place,
the weight I carried for so long
has slipped away.

Words, mirrors of the soul,
linger on this page,
pressed like a seal,
marking the moment,
pouring out hope and faith.

Words,
woven like a spider’s web
in the darkness of my heart,
stir and tremble,
whisper like a restless stream,
fully alive,
waiting for their keeper to release them,
to weave a quiet longing,
like a painting on the wall—
a fleeting touch of comfort.
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NocturN. 13 авг. в 1:17 
When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
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