just a little something

dans sm gledala razočarane gospodinje... in je biu en del pr katerem je manjkal zlooo mal, da se nism zjokala in vem, da to ni nevem kak izvirno, da dam besedilo sm, sam bi pač rada, da vidite:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
Song, poem and book about love and loss.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do 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 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.