When I die, do not go to my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamind glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken, in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds
circled in 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.
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Poetry"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question. I always said yes, because I have friends. I laugh at jokes. I go out alot and have fun. my life isn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. But then, one night a...
