Tiny Stories The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost. He was almost in love. She was almost good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. He almost lived. They almost made it.
Poem text 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
"There is a beautiful thing inside you that is thousands of years old . too old to be captured in poems, too old to be loved by everyone, but loved so very deeply by a chosen few." ~ Nikita Gill (Old souls)