Graham Way

“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.”
― Mary Elizabeth Frye

“The amount of perfume she had on was like a human sacrifice on Incense Night.”
― Stephen Moles, Life.exe

“...a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.”
― Fernand Dumont, La Région du cœur et autres textes

“You are never fully dressed without perfume!”
― C. JoyBell C.