-. tHe wIsh of Aimee .-

Do not stand at my grave and forever 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’s 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 forever cry.

I am not there. I did not die.

 

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Model: Aimee Blaisdale & ScarlettLily Saphire

Wings: unholy-stock

Lightrays: redheadstock

Poem: unknown artist

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This is the last wish of Aimee Blaisdale to me. She asked me for another couple shooting with ScarlettLily, but before I could do that she passed away. I used those pictures I already had of those two. Aimee turned 22.

 

I feel deep with all that loved her in RL and Second Life.

Done