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 white doves 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.
YES I !!! I was there, sittin' next to u, 'member? Good times...
Great poem it fits nicely...
More Love to you JG...
BIGG UPPPP!!!!!
nattyreuben 7 months ago
great
HIVIBEZINT 1 year ago
RIP
Matheeos 1 year ago