What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
I've contained myself for long
when all I wanted was to explode
with excitement for life & being
I understand you don't want
to witness the event
you're not comfortable
There's only been two
who are still here
I dedicate the fireworks to them
They're lifting the curtain now
Fibers covered in colour
Colours embracing light
I'd like to mouth it
Tsk
fingertips alone smack this land
I don't believe
in hunter-gatherers
and have no intellectual sub for it
So our conversation ends here
The rose I was touched with
will die
My consciousness
will keep it forever
as I cherish all go-throughs
filled to the brim with life
Let things go
Butterfly here
butterfly there
everywhere, losing count
I must be a candle
or the change itself
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