Registro aqui tambem, um poema que a Tasha enviou a Selma, pelo dia de hoje

" 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 quite 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."
- Mary Elizabeth Frye