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29 Aug

>INDIAN PRAYER

Do not stand at my grave and weep, 
I am not there, I do not sleep. 

I am in a thousand winds that blow, 
I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain, 
I am the fields of ripening grain. 

I am in the morning hush, 
I am in the graceful rush 
Of beautiful birds in circling flight, 
I am the star-shine of the night. 

I am in the flowers that bloom, 
I am in a quiet room. 
I am in the birds that sing, 
I am in each lovely thing. 

Do not stand at my grave and cry, 
I am not there. I do not die.

 
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Posted by uz 29/08/2008 in pārdomas/pārdomām

 

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