...My Subconsciously Speaking Mind.
To Matthew. Wherever he is, may he be at peace. <3Do 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 rushOf quiet birds in circling flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there. I do not sleep.- Northwest Indian Memorial on Death
Shafiya, thank you. This is lovely... I may repost it again alright? Thanks babe.
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