I did not die

  Do not stand on my grave and weep 
I am not there I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am a gentle Autumns rain
When you awaken in the morning hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the birds in circled flight 
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there.... I did not die
 

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Melinda Sue Pacho

Mary E. Frye 1932

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