Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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.
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 shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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'I am the swift uplifting rush ' This is another great one-liner. XxNDS
The truth We don't die.. We transform..
How is this poem a sonnet? Aren't sonnets supposed to be 14 lines long?
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.
I really loved it because it reminded me of someone that I really estimated.
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