Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Corinne Markussen
April 17th 1933-Octber 15th 1996
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