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. 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.
VickiMx3 · 1 decade ago
Lol I didn't write it. Mary Elizabeth Frye did I just love it lol.
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