Mooi gedicht


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there, I do not sleep.
I'm thousands winds that blow
I am the diamond glints an snow
I'am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I'am the gentle autum rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I'am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds incircled flight
I'am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand an my grave and cry
I'am not there-I did not die.
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