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 sun 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.
Forfatter: Mary Elisabeth Frye  ___________________________

  Hørninghuset, Amager

Annette Hørning 
Rodosvej 15
 2300 Kbh. S .
 Tlf.: 22 16 25 16
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Foto af Annette Hørning taget af Astrid Sylvest . www.astrid.ljd.dk