I am not there...

mary elizabeth frye

poem

tom o'bedlam

rameses b - lonely souls

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.

sadness

melancholy

northern lights

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mourning

death