Today, stop and stare.
And behold, peruse and glare.
Walk back to me, to here and now.
Pick up the pieces, from here and there.
Today, lend the world some grace.
Halt and pocket some time and space.
Stretch your lips at the corners
And light up your face.
"Donot stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifitng rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Donot stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there,I did not die."
9 conjurers in all:
this post just stretched mine :D
thank You ji :)
ah...lighted:-)
wow..that's a nice little inspiration Cin!
and may the todays never end:-)
beautiful :)
Am smiling, not just a little bit, but from ear to ea :)
Lovely lines to live by!!
Love it :-)
hey! Long time since I have been here. Beautiful post.
Yesterday,
I did stop and stare,
at a hare,
his glee, with me,
he did share.
It lit up my face,
At a light like pace.
i just love the way u pen down dese words :)
god bless u :)
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