Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am 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 awake in the morning's hush.
I am the swift unflinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there. I did not die.
( this is for a person who died who was friend. She died in car accident. She was hit in. I missed her.)
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