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A prayer on a forgotten grave. Faith is stronger then time...

After a hundred years
(Emily Dickinson)

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,--
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,--
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

(thanks to ~BUNE616 for suggesting the poem!)

I'm reuploading this picture, because 1) I adjusted the colours slighly, and 2) I decided to submit it as stock. You can use it for your work, if you credit me and post a link to to finished work here.

I also have many pictures in historical costumes which I can sumbit as stock. Would you be interested?

Description
A prayer on a forgotten grave. Faith is stronger then time...

After a hundred years
(Emily Dickinson)

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,--
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,--
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

(thanks to ~BUNE616 for suggesting the poem!)

I'm reuploading this picture, because 1) I adjusted the colours slighly, and 2) I decided to submit it as stock. You can use it for your work, if you credit me and post a link to to finished work here.

I also have many pictures in historical costumes which I can sumbit as stock. Would you be interested?