Do not stand By my page, and weep. I am not there, I do not tweet— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with…
Do not stand By my page, and weep. I am not there, I do not tweet— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with…