Do not stand at my grave and weep 

by Mary Elizabeth Frye
 
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am [...]

Posted at: August 9th, 2009 - 6:07 pm - Number of Comments » 0

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