When I'm gone from your side,

And all your tears have been dried ...

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's rain

.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of a quiet dove in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night

.  

And when you stroll in the evening hours,

And smell the aroma of beautiful flowers;

There'll be no need to sob and cry ...

I am not there, I did not die!

 

~ Author Unknown ~

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