About death

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 gentle autumn’s rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am a swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die

~author unknown

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Author: Vixen

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