A poem for the grieving
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 sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn’s rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush,I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight.I […]
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