thewildeleven

Earlier, someone asked me who my favorite poet is. I cannot answer because I don't have a "favorite poet," but I do have a handful of favorite poems. I thought I'd share one here:
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          	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 a thousand winds that blow. 
          	I am the diamond glints on snow. 
          	I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
          	I am the gentle autumn rain. 
          	When you awaken in the morning's hush 
          	I am the swift uplifting rush 
          	Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
          	I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
          	Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
          	I am not there. I did not die. 
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rezthing

Hello, I don't know if you still open this but anyway this is where I discovered  you. Today, I downloaded wp again 'coz I'm not seeing your works on my nf. Just wanna say that you're really good at what you do. Keep it going! 

Keppie605

Hi, I REALLY love your poetry, just wanted to tell you to keep it up and that you're doing good, because every poet needs to know that their work is being enjoyed. I know you've probably heard this before, but oh well, now you've heard it again. 

thewildeleven

@mynamesannfaith Hey, you're awesome! And no, I don't really hear that as much as you think I do. haha. So, thank you, it means a lot to me and I really appreciate your telling me this. Cheers~! ^_^
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thewildeleven

Earlier, someone asked me who my favorite poet is. I cannot answer because I don't have a "favorite poet," but I do have a handful of favorite poems. I thought I'd share one here:
          -----
          
          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 a thousand winds that blow. 
          I am the diamond glints on snow. 
          I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
          I am the gentle autumn rain. 
          When you awaken in the morning's hush 
          I am the swift uplifting rush 
          Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
          I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
          Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
          I am not there. I did not die. 
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