Sunday, August 15, 2010

MY DEATH

I Am Not There

Don't stand by my grave and weep
For I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain


I am gentle autumns rain
When you awaken in mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die....


Author Unknown

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