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14 years ago
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 of 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.
For my dearest
with the passing of his Grandfather.
This is a poem I found long ago and have always been very fond of.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of 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.
For my dearest
with the passing of his Grandfather. This is a poem I found long ago and have always been very fond of.
OzFurs - We come from the land Down Under!***
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