A Poem For The Grieving

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By sexylilattitudeproblem •

do not stand at my grave and weep i am not there i do not sleep i am the thousand winds that blow i am the glistening diamonds of snow i am the sunlight on the ripened grain i am the gentle autumns rain when you awake in the mornings hush i am the swift uplifting rush of the birds in circled flight i am the 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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