Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

This was supposed to be a dare to do a story about religion. To me religion has a lot to do with death. So i wanted to do that. I couldnt come up with my own. Its by a lady called Mary Elizabeh Frye. Hope u liked it : D

Chapter 1

I really like this : D

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 the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morining'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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