Do Not Weep
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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am in the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in everything.
Do not stand at my grave & cry,
I am not there, I do not die
Author: Mary E Frye, 1932
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Balistix nag me on updating mah post last nite.. Said that he’s bored looking at my hepi bufday post. Lol.
To tell you the truth.. I had better weeks than this past few days. I feel sick.
Have you ever felt so frustrated that not a word meant a thing ? That’s the question of d day.
Anyway Balistix asked me some few funneh questions last nite. Bal u really made my day hahaha.
Go pimp ur ride dude.
Have you ever felt so frustrated that not a word meant a thing?
Yes, I have. It’s normal I think. People who are always happy and never get frustrated or even sad aren’t people.
But then, if you feel frustrated for a quite number of times, then it wouldn’t be normal anymore, I guess.
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