"Do not stand" by Mary Frye

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's 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.






Dejo esto como regalo, antes de irme a dormir. Me ha parecido un poema (funebre, literalmente, no voy a mentir) precioso, y realmente me he quedado sin palabras al leerlo, asi que ahi queda para quien quiera leerlo y opinar.

Un saludo a todos y hasta mañana.

Al