Mansi Chauhaan

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.Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

Poem text 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 on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain

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"it takes a while to read her seconds to love her and a life time to forget her. Her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache, and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless." Unknown but gifted poet