Guest guest Posted February 14, 2003 Report Share Posted February 14, 2003 Do not stand at my pyre and weep.... I am not there, I do not burn. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of the quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shining at night... Do not stand at my pyre and cry... I am not there, I did not die. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.