I don't stand at your grave and weep.
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints on snow.
You are the sunlight on ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When we awaken in the morning's hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
You are the south star that shines and shines....
.....................to be upgraded
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2 comments:
beautiful thoughts there.. truly one of the most wonderful odes to the person who 'did not die'... absolutely loved the first two lines!!!!!
somebody tells me that I am talented... look at urself... this poem is soo beautiful..
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