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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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

-Mary Frye
iamonlysleeping iamonlysleeping 18-21, F 2 Responses Oct 10, 2011

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Thankyou for sharing wow that is such a good poem .

Thats gorgeous. And true- thank you for sharing