I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there; I have not left.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
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allistilinski:

strong & resilient, after being torn apart you remain.

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