At My Grave

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Title of Poem: At My Grave

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am the autumn wind that blows,

And the diamond glints on the snow. 

When you awaken in the morning hush, 

I am the sweep uplifting rush...

of quiet birds circled in flight.

I am the star that shines in the night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there, I do not die. 

~

Jamal used to always listen to sad music when he'd be writing sad poems, I'll post his favorites on the side. I hope you blessed bunch like them ]'; I sure needed my tisue box lawl </3

Poems I found in Jamal's Room :(Where stories live. Discover now