03 April 2005
10:43 PM
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.
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Anonymous________________________________
