I’m not their

Do not stand at my grave and weep

i am not their, i do not sleep.

I am the wind that blows, i am the diamonds

that glints on snow.

I am the sunshine on a spring morning,

i am as gentle as a autumn rain.

you,ll awaken to the birds a signing

i am the stars that shine bright

on a cold winter night.

Don’t stand at my grave and

cry i am not their.

I did not die

i am the shadow of darkness


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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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5 Responses to I’m not their

  1. arjun bagga says:

    Speechless. By the way I live right opposite a graveyard. I should take a printout of your graveyard series and read them out one drunk night there…I have a feeling something happen…

  2. joseyphina says:

    lovely post! Just put a smile on my face! 🙂

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