Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I’m not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.

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