†hêÛñƒôrgívéñ     |   home

W꧆§!dè Ç®îp   |   Mý £îƒé   |   Photo Album   |   My Hobbies   |   ƒávôrì†é £íñk§   |   Çôñ†âç† Mé   |   §âýîñg§   |   Pîç§ ôƒ ƒrîèñd§

Photo Album

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 a 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