Escrito en Jueves, 21st Enero 2010 por admin
Anonymous.
This poem was left by a British soldier killed on active service in Northern Ireland.
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.
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Febrero 25th, 2010 at 12:13
¡Que bonito! y muy bonita la página.