Kyss henne. Ha det inte som riktlinje. Ha det som regel.

image182Do 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 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.


(skit)

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Postat av: Bella

Den rubriken känner jag igen :)

2007-12-05 @ 12:21:42
URL: http://kallamigbella.blogg.se
Postat av: Bella

Svar: tackar

2007-12-05 @ 15:55:50
URL: http://kallamigbella.blogg.se

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