little morning death poem

I never worried
about Death
and yet it came.
More terrible than words
than thoughts could ever make it.
It changed me
now 
I see it everywhere
grief, inescapable
how do I stop?
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a few words

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.

As you awake with morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the day transcending night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_Not_Stand_at_My_Grave_and_Weep

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