Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
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 bush,
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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