let this be my ashes blowing in the wind

my epitaph, my prologue, my beginning, my end

Let me walk this road until I reach the bend

i hope that when it happens, it happens suddenly

I see no point in living without beauty

Lingering in fools company

Take the leaves back to the forest

And the water back to the sea

Turn the stone back to ashes

Bring the dust back to me

Naked now my skin is crawling

I sit in my bones looking out from the hill

Face pressed against the window

The snow is melting and the earth is still – Nausher Nash

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