Tuesday, June 7, 2011
DO NOT CRY FOR ME
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 hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die
Posted by Aliearia at 5:57 PM
Labels: DO NOT CRY FOR ME WHEN I DO
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