This isnt my poem someone wrote it about a friend who died and i wanted to share it to the world author unknown — 4 weeks ago
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 sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autunm rain, when you wake up in the mornings hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.






