Do not stand at my grave and weep
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripended grain,
I am the gentle autum rain
When i awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quite birds in the 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...
By:Mary E.Frye
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripended grain,
I am the gentle autum rain
When i awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quite birds in the 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...
By:Mary E.Frye
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