Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

I am 
not there, I do not sleep.

I am 
in a thousand winds that blow,

I am 
the softly falling snow.

I am 
the gentle showers of rain,

I am 
the fields of ripening grain.

I am 
in the morning hush,

I am 
in the graceful rush

Of 
beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am 
the starshine of the night.

I am 
in the flowers that bloom,

I am 
in a quiet room.

I am 
in the birds that sing,

I am 
in each lovely thing.

Do 
not stand at my grave and cry,

I am 
not there. I do not die.

音频转自电台  入睡前，听一首英诗吧 

电台主播  Mapleholic

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