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Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
This is the poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye,who died 10 years ago. It is written in 1932. I really like this poem,so I wanted to share it with you.
#death#grave#night#weep
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
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