Do not stand at my grave 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 a diamond glint on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain. I am the soothing, gentle rain. When you awake in morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. Anonymous offered by talya{ICE}

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; ...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. John Doone offered by erissa