Clare (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} happeh_hobbit) wrote,@ 2005-04-23 09:03:00 |
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*snivel*
In Remembrance
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 glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.
And when you wake in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled 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.
Anonymous
