Saturday, August 17, 2013

Again...Lamenting (Waldermar Zagorski)

by Waldermar Zagorski
Ft. Lauderdale, FL





2 comments:

  1. 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.

    -Mary Frye

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