Shelly Lee Suarez

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 the

snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am

the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in

the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting

rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the

soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at

my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die

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