{"id":3860,"date":"2017-06-27T07:54:03","date_gmt":"2017-06-27T07:54:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=3860"},"modified":"2017-07-07T03:16:51","modified_gmt":"2017-07-07T03:16:51","slug":"spark-of-fireworks-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2017\/06\/spark-of-fireworks-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Spark of Fireworks\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I want to live my life like a bursting spark of fireworks before it dissipates into thin air.
\nI am one of the many roses in the rose bushes, and soon, you will forget me like all the others before me.
\nThere is a beauty in writing prose that pictures can’t unfold. That it’s the song in our souls that matter more than appearances.
\nIn my dance I want to communicate my artistry in my transient flight on earth.<\/p>\n

The poetry in my dance is no lesser than my fight for life.
\nMy love is boundless like the ocean.<\/p>\n

The waves sweeps the world under as<\/p>\n

We submerge into the depths<\/p>\n

in this universal flow of energy.<\/p>\n

When pain is transmuted to pleasure,<\/p>\n

the sublime thin line between our nerve endings,<\/p>\n

flesh to flesh,<\/p>\n

in our embrace in our never ending dance<\/p>\n

creates new worlds of happy ever afters.<\/p>\n

We will wave our goodbyes and soon we may meet again, in this life, our next lives and the lives before.<\/p>\n

In this cyclic world of what comes and goes like the wind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n