Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps—
Death bows his head and weeps.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln
Happy Weekend ❤
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HANNA'S WALK 
“I’m not afraid of my death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens” (Woody Allen)… 🙂
Woody er en klog mand, Drake 🙂 🙂
Wise Mr. Lincoln! Great post!
Thanks a lot! I’m truly happy that you liked it!
“Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.”
Thank you Ash. Khalil Gibran is doing a great job!