@0netwelve_: Do not stand at my grave and weep #fyp #cinematic #poetry #cinematography #experimental

Brandon Cole :

this reminds me of "if tomorrow starts without me"

✞ :

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I’m in the air, the light, the prayer, Not in one place, but everywhere.

°❀🪲Somhairle🪷⋆˚࿔ :

This was the poem that was read at my Grandmas funeral

gucchimorti :

The law of conservation of energy, energy cannot be created or destroyed, only change from one form to another or transferred between objects.

lauryn :

even though you’ve been gone almost 4 years, i made sure you never left

🫶 :

I love this poem because I really don’t look for my loved ones at their graves but instead in the everyday reminders that they are there with me

fabian 🦧 :

Beautiful. Whose poem is this, and who is reading it?

1L jar o unidentifiable liquid :

the evening after

tee :

day 1 of my period good lord

✄ :

gone but not forgotten

no :

when my grandma died, i said "she's not there(in the grave), she's at home, i'll call her later". when my mother died, i said "she's not there, she's with grandma, i'll call her later".

JoJo :

This poem will never not haunt me

Ducky :

Broke down while missing someone who passed, and saw this one staring at me.

Zane🦈 :

i lost my dad, at first i got offended by the first sentence but i started tearing up by the end😭🙏

🍉 Sada :

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."

13 :

OnlyLife :

Lovely. Thank you.

Lulu ⭐️ :

with adriana lenker ????

irenuchi :

last wednesday my father died. thank you.

Lawsonkimbroo :

Dancing app they said

michllle67 :

we mourn for someone that isn't rlly there at all, a funeral is pretty pointless when u go in depth to what death trully means, humans fear death not knowing that when we die, we cannot fear it, for there isnt a conscious present to fear it

mae :

i hope when i die people see me in the morning dew that is there only during specific seasons right before the sun rises and in the willow trees that line the rivers and lakes. i want them to see me in the dragonflies that fly from lily pad to flower petal, and in the thunder that booms during a lighting storm. maybe in the soft light left by a christmas tree and the glint of a reflection when the sun hits glass in that perfect way. see me when you cannot see my body, and know you feel me when i am not there.

Lubepizza :

“There's no without. I am not gone. I'm scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti.”

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moe :

This poem devastates me I can’t listen to it