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 diamond glints in 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 uploading 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: Melinda Pacho


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