petak, 01.06.2007.

...I'm still here...

...

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 autumns's rain.
Pohen you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplufting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.


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