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.
What Do You Think?
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you could change it but it would be hard has it is a classic
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it is a cool poem a navajo chief wrote it
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I forgot to metion but I did not write this poem, just one I quite enjoy.
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