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 glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's 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 cry,
I am not there; I did not die Kay
I am so sorry about your loss..I hope you find comfort in this as I did
Blessings, Angelique
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¤..·´¨`» Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and
impossible to forget.
(¸.·'´ (¸.·'´ *¤*
.¸) `´·.¸)
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