Letzte Ehre

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousands winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning´s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die




"Wind in your fur and stars in your eyes."
-Gruß der Wanderer


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