Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Midas, Jun 8, 2014.
The truth is always simple.
I've missed these days...
A poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 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.
Rule No 1!!!!!
Love fiercely, because this all ends...
Golden tunnel sounds legit