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Black rose

Sometimes, life gives me a gift. This event, this epiphany, is one of them. Attending it twice has made it visible to me how far I have come in 365 days, how much I have changed and how happy the place I am in right now is.

Random Salsa event, one year ago:
I was there with a Tinder date
I felt out of place and exhiliarated at the same time
I could not dance
I felt a yearning in me, for more

The same event, last weekend:
I was there with my boyfriend who danced with me
I belonged to the dancers and was exhiliarated
I can and have danced
I still feel a yearning, for more moments like these šŸ˜Š when time stands still

Only thing was the same:
Neither time I was wearing something red, though it was called a party of roses and every woman was given one šŸ˜‰

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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