Spark of Fireworks

I want to live my life like a bursting spark of fireworks before it dissipates into thin air. 

I am one of the many roses in the rose bushes, and soon, you will forget me like all the others before me. 

There is a beauty in writing prose that pictures can’t unfold. That it’s the song in our souls that matter more than appearances. 

In my dance I want to communicate my artistry in my transient flight on earth. The poetry in my dance is no lesser than my fight for life. 

My love is boundless like the ocean.

The waves sweeps the world under as 

We submerge into the depths 

in this universal flow of energy.

When pain is transmuted to pleasure, 

the sublime thin line between our nerve endings, 

flesh to flesh, 

in our embrace in our never ending dance 

creates new worlds of happy ever afters. 

We will wave our goodbyes and soon we may meet again, in this life, our next lives and the lives before. In this cyclic world of what comes and goes like the wind. I am going to miss Colada, Bangkok and the beautiful dances we shared in this festival. Sayonara. See you at the next festival. 

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