in memory
Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the gentle Autumn rain, I am the sunlight on ripened grain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there...I DID NOT DIE.
1 Comments:
Wow, Kimmi, this is an incredible website, thanks for sharing it with me.
love,
sparky
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