Tears have a voice

October 19, 2009 Azadeh
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Don’t stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I don’t sleep

I am a thousand winds

that blow

I am a diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight

or ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awake in the morning hush

I am the soft uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight

I am the soft star that shines at night

Don’t stand on my grave and weep

I am not there, I did not die.

anonymous

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