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Just a couple of poems. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these poems. Credit to the poet.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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by ALittlePie452

by ALittlePie452

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.

- Elizabeth Frye