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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2012-10-07 03:42 pm

[ SECRET POST #2105 ]


⌈ Secret Post #2105 ⌋

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Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

(Anonymous) 2012-10-07 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.