Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in thousand winds that blow.
I am in the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush, of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each loving thing.
Do not stand at my grave a weep,
I am not there, I do not die.
~Mary Frye
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Dream A Dream
PoesíaEveryone goes through things, and I've been through a lot Everyone has a story, and mine is all in this book I hope you enjoy 🖤
