For Amanda
A dear friend of Amanda's wrote:
"..... There is an Austraslian aboriginal story which answers the question about why the special people die young- they say that the old people who live in the dreamtime love them so much that they can not bear to be without them. This is what we feel too!...."
I shall remember Amanda:
For you Amanda
A last goodbye, a new beginning
Do not stand at my grave and weep-
I am not there, I do not sleep
For I am the thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond on the snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that light the night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not Die.!
RaaO
posted by Raao @ 8:53 PM
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