Rib panel.

Posted by resonanteye on 10/27/2012

She sat like a rock.

The full poem quoted in the piece:

Don’t stand by my grave and weep,

for I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I’m the diamond’s glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

Don’t stand by my grave and cry.

I am not there. I did not die.

One Response to “Rib panel.”

  1. Jim said

    Tough cookie! I dig the poem.

    Like

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