Don'T Weep Standing At My Grave
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
If you may wish to!
I am not there.
I am in the breath,
That you would release as you laugh.
I am in the early morning wind,
That would touch your face,
As the sun would rise.
I am in the fragance,
Of the roses you bought.
I am in the dreams,
When you sleep in comfort.
Cry not, if u may, at my demise.
As finally I am living the times!
That to me were foresaken and in debt,
While when I was living yet dead.
Copyright © Somya Kedia | Year Posted 2018
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