At My Grave

Me? Dying??? Nope, am not. I just want to share a poem which I found somewhere else. And I just love it.

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At My Grave

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 glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning husto
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.

~Anonymous~

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P.S. when I die, please remember this poem….