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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.
By: Mary Elizabeth Frye
kinseywinsey added this comment 2009-02-01 13:31:02-06:00
I really liked this poem so I just put it on a glog :)
kinseywinsey added this comment 2009-02-01 13:31:02-06:00
I really liked this poem so I just put it on a glog :)