May these poem bring comfort and solace to these difficult times....
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on 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 quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
your memory is always in my heart my dear sister Aya San but i cant help myself from grieving because i miss you so much. i love you sister Aya.
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