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do not stand at my grave and weep

do not stand at my grave and weep - Poem via Mary Elizabeth Frye

do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm really not there. I don't sleep.
I'm 1000 winds that blow. ...
I'm the diamond flickers on snow.
I'm the daylight on ripened grain.
I'm the comfortable autumn rain.
Should you wake up within the morning's hush
I'm the rapid uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in turned around flight.
I'm the cushy stars that shine at nighttime.
Don't stand at my grave and cry;
I'm really not there. I didn't die.

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