I do not stand at your grave and weep, you are not there; you do - TopicsExpress



          

I do not stand at your grave and weep, you are not there; you do not sleep. You are a thousand winds that blow, you are the diamond glints on snow, you are the sunlight on ripened grain, you are the gentle autumn rain. When I awake in the morning’s hush you are the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. You are the soft stars that shine at night. I do not stand at your grave and cry, You are not there; you did not die.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 20:09:59 +0000

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