Wonderful Poems

DeletedUser54064

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RIP Grandad.

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.

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DeletedUser

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old but it still hits the spot
its very beautiful, i see colors of emotion when i read that.
 

DeletedUser

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the day of hell;
that made her tell;
her deepest secret;
no longer we care.

deeping cuts;
bullets flying everywhere;
war zones are no place for a child;
but what do we care?
 
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