Twice you have tried and luckily failed.
You have held the cup -
the cup of life and dropped it to shatter,
but it was not to be, so you were bailed.
Now my senses scatter,
as I breathe a sigh of relief,
instead of drowing in grief.
Will you try again?
Will I see you again?
I would like to
and I hope you would too.
I wish you the best.
I hope you do well.
In this life you find some rest,
and walk out of your cell.
To a path that is bright
with your own light.
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