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Please don't think of my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the sweet smell of afternoon hay,
I am the cool crisp ocean spray.
I am the warming rays of sun,
I am the buffalo out on a run.
I am the atoms of eternal existence,
I am the the rock and all its resistance.
I am the dust of a comet's tail,
I am the dirt of a nature trail.
When you look out by the morning lake,
I am the flower you will take.
I am the gentle light of the moon,
I am the quiet call of the loon.
I am the snowflake- I'm one of a kind,
It's true- I'm here, not just in your mind.
It was not a thing of fate I chose,
yet here I am, the beautiful rose.
I am the vibrant colors of fish,
This is my final lasting wish.
Please don't think of my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
- by mlover4evr |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/25/2008 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- monkyluvr101 - 01/22/2009
- wowww...... that was rilly beautiful. i'm trying not to cry. my grandma died too... it gets easier though. i swear. steadfest revan ily
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- SadFreak - 12/28/2008
- I really like this. My friend died last year, and it is hard for me to get over it, but this helps a lot. Thank you.
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