Sunday, May 20, 2012
i am
do not stand at my grave and weep, i am not
there, i do not sleep, i did not die. 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.
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