Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there...I do not sleep...
I am the 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 waken...
Eda S Schmalz
2018-12-01 13:37:39