Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Words of Cemeteries

Within its gates I heard the sound
Of winds in cypress caverns caught
Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought
To whisper what their roots had found
-George Sterling-

Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time
-Neil Gaiman-

Let not death, nor the graveyard overcome you with fear, for every seed buried in its cold ground, resurrects forth anew, into a blossomed life
-Anthony Liccione-

1 comment:

  1. Very nice...the words give the photos added meaning.