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 circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
--Anonymous Quotation
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 circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
--Anonymous Quotation
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