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 glitz on 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 stars that shin at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
Warm Regards From Kitakyushu City, Japan,
Hank F. Miller Jr.
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