Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep...

I am a thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn's rain...
When you awaken in the morning's hush...
I am the swift uplifting rush of soaring birds in circled flight...
I am the star that shines at night...
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there, I did not die...
1 comentarios:
WOW, GREAT, FIRST TIME VEIWING THIS PAGE AND LOVE THE FACT THAT IS SIMPLE AND HAS GREAT STUFF IN IT.
IS ABOUT UR POETRY NOT BOUT HOW ¨NICE¨ THE BLOG LOOKS, IS VERY NICE.
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