Woven cross


“Friend, be very sure
I shall be better off with plants that share
More peaceably the meadow and the shower.
Soft rains will touch me,- as they could touch once,
And nothing but the sun shall make me ware.
Your guns may crash around me. I’ll not hear ;
Or, if I wince, I shall not know I wince.”

A Terre by Wilfred OWEN


Earth cradle

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After my death, dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
My name to be buried where my body is,
It shall live more to honour my love for you.

William SHAKESPEARE sonnet