Sad Poem Okay, here's a poem a friend gave me. It's beautiful in a kinda creepy way... She's too shy to really enter it in any contests, so here goes.

-stand-
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 diamonds that glint on the snow,
I am the sunlight ripened grain,
I am the gental automn rain,
When you wake in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet, uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the star that shines at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,

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