From Failures

"Failures express sadness, sighs and when time comes, tries again to climb from the pit of darkness, dreaming about the stars abroad. The dreams are sprouts of fragrance, the shadow converts into a new age of halo, for ne'er be the same fate again. Cursed be the rugged paths of yesterday, for the uninvited one to enter. The new days are growing faster, bubbling the streams of inner rivers, singing high, singing about independence. Nothing restricted to bloom again, the flowers are watered by the wish of Nature."
Nithin Purple