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's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripening grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of circled birds in flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
--Anonymous
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7 comments:
It's really really heavy! Write and post some more poetry please.. We'd love to read!
Thank you very very much. :)
Who is we?
I see! You do have a soft spot for poetry! Thanks for dropping in at my blog. :-)
Very nice blog!
(I have replied, to your comment on my blog, on your last post. Thank you for coming there btw! :-) )
Ouch ! Deep !
Hmm. Not really. Thanks for coming by.
it's actually by a soldier called steven cummins
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