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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s 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.
Author Unknown
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