A/N: So I read that one of my lasts updates was oddly calming, so I found this and thought it would be nice to share.
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.
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The Cutters Lullaby, and Other Rhymes and Poems
ŞiirA collection of writings that I've come across over time, whether by Wattpad, searched on the internet, told by friends, or by reading a friends writing.
