NocturneSoyhee
Do not stand over my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am the 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 the in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds of in circling flight. I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am the birds that sing. I m in each lonely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there - I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Frye Paste this is your profile if you feel holy/sad Started by @NocturnaSoyhee