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Poem
Nov 21, 2006 9:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Nickeltjuh on Nov 21, 2006 9:35:02 GMT -5
Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there...I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there....I did not die.
Author Unknown
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