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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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where have I read this before?
I love this poem.
Now if only I can remember who wrote it…
the origin of the poem was disputed Mary Elizabeth Frye wrote a version of it in 1932 but didnt get the authorship of it untill 1998 personally i think it was an old indian poem wrote by a friend of a fallen tribesmen handed down