Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
This poem is for you! I was thinking about your cousin!
Kiss!
2 comments:
So beautiful and so sad! It should be like this: nobody weeping. Kiss! I'm ok, Dear Ant Célia.
Thank you teacher. very thanks
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