Fly
To my dearest friends:
I entrust to you one wish.
When I die,
Do not bury me
In a tomb of linen sheets.
Do not set me
In an urn upon a shelf.
Set my spirit free.
Summon the circle
And burn me-
In the sand by the ocean I love.
As the setting sun
Melts into the sea,
So boundless, unfathomable, so deep,
My joy-
Scatter my ashes to the wind
That filled me all my life
And listen to the people say,
"Even her ashes wanna fly."
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