Last breath: requiems, grief and joy
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friends, family and life everywhere.
Hold our breaths with Ane Brun and Robert Louis Stevenson
Requiem
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Last breath
by Ane Brun
So life goes on
Oh, I really didn’t know how I could move on
And I didn’t understand how beauty holds the hand of sorrow
How today can I try more?
I held your last breath
In my chest
Birds in the window
Join the silence that followed
From across the room came an invisible wave
And I’ve shrunk and rued that day
I held your last breath
In my chest
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Credits
This page is for friends, family and life everywhere.
- The feature photo is Over the sea from Skye.
- Heart photos are Hearts over Roghadal.
- Resources background is Eyjafjallajökull and Mýrdalsjökull Glaciers
Photos on this page are by Festina Lentívaldi, (be) Benevolution. Reuse: Creative Commons BY-NC 3.0 US.
Video is Ane Brun, Last Breath
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