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17 February 2011 @ 04:12 am
one of my favourite poems  
There has been a few variations, but this is my favourite version.

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 sun 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.

- Original by Mary Frye
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tripleransomtripleransom on February 17th, 2011 12:56 am (UTC)
Odd that you should post this. One of the horses had to be put down last week--he was suddenly and irrevocably taken ill and was gone in the space of a few hours, and that poem has been very much on my mind.
JV: lucienhugdrag0nette on February 17th, 2011 12:29 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry to hear that! <3