I Am Not Dead
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Rashida Jabarkhail, Grade 5C
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Poetry
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2013
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 that snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight t night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.