Klaus
Kleinbrahm

Von Ute Villis 22.05.2014 um 15:51 Uhr | melden

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 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.