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DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP - MARY FRYE

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.
 
~ Mary Frye
 

Comments

Dhanya said…
Lovely! Gave me goosebumps!
beautiful poem...it shows da zeal of life
Ria said…
Aah this is one of my favorites.
nice poem :)
thnks for sharing
really insightful..and true :)
Thousif Raza said…
that is one great and awesome poem... :) thx for sharing...


take care and keep writing........
ANWESA said…
@Dhanya,

:) Glad you liked it !

@Angels never lie,
Yes. Nice to see you here.

@Chocolate Lover,
:)

@Ria,
Great !

@Amal,
My pleasure !

@Priyanka,
Thanks for being here :)

@Thousif,
Thanks !

@Sunny Bro,
Why so ?

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