fjaellsson

Hörde en jättefin dikt igår på ett program som jag tänkte kopiera in hit:

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 autumns gentle rain.

When you awakend in the mornings hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

of quiet birds in flight.

I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.