Do not stand by my grave and
weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there... I did not die.
Anonymous
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Due to the passing of my friend
Patti, I have lost all interest in all things web right now.
I'll soon write a tribute to her when the spirit moves me.
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