Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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 sun that you see glow.

I am the birds in circled flight
I am the moon that shines so bright.

I am the twinkle in the sky at night
I am the rain that falls so light.

I am the gentle autumn breeze
I am the one, who now is free.

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.

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