marți, aprilie 21, 2015

De la atii: Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 automn 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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye

Un comentariu:

Anonim spunea...

and deep.