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 glint on snow
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there - I did not die.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awake 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
Puiut, ai toata dragostea noastra, esti in gandurile noastre si stim ca esti langa noi! La multi ani!
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superba poezia si foarte adevarata!
super poezia...imi place cum scrii!
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