Poemas Soltos

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A Poem

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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.