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 gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry.. I am not there. I did not die.
A Message From Tony. <3
14th May 2010
Death leaves a heartache no-one can heal, love leaves a memory no-one can steal.
Gemma
14th May 2010