#323 ashes
b'do flowers dream\\nof becoming trees\\nsick of their hollow stems\\nfull of milk for flowers\\nand food for bees\\n\\nwhat ocean doesn\\u2019t\\ndream of falling into the\\nhimalayas or rolling down\\nthe faces of lovers\\nbefore returning\\n\\nwe are ashes\\nonce and again\\nfrom the ground\\nand back again\\n\\none day the sky\\nwill take it\\u2019s leave and\\nlike the moon the earth\\nsad cold silver dust\\nendlessly spinning\\n\\nwe are ashes\\nonce and again\\nfrom the ground\\nand back again\\n\\nepw 3.8.08 perrysburg, oh'