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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.

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Being a teacher is the most noble job! ! ! ! They are the source of most knowledge. We really have to pay tribute to them! Short yet meaningful poem! ! ! Thanks for writing this one! God bless you! ! ! -Pink Butterfly-