Argyro Poursanidou:
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die...
Argyro Poursanidou:
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Argyro Poursanidou:
When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.
Argyro Poursanidou:
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Argyro Poursanidou:
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
Argyro Poursanidou:
I am the diamond glints on snow.
Argyro Poursanidou:
I am a thousand winds that blow.
Argyro Poursanidou:
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep.