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I Am
Do not stand At my grave and weep, I am not there I am not asleep. I am the gently falling snow That casts the world, In a shimmering glow. I am the music Heard in the night, Played by angels Clothed in white. I am the ocean That roars while you sleep, Keeping to myself The mysteries of the deep. I am The early winter frost, A gentle reminder Of summer days lost. Do not stand at my grave and cry, Do not whisper such a sad goodbye, For I am, And always shall be, A part of all eternity.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |