In the dance of life, we often stumble,
Faltering steps, our spirits humble.
But failure's grip, though it may seize,
Can't define us, or our dreams appease.
For in each fall, a lesson lies,
A chance to grow, to reach the skies.
With courage bold, we rise again,
Stronger, wiser, despite the pain.
Failure's just a fleeting phase,
A stepping stone in life's grand maze.
So let it fuel your inner fire,
And dare to reach higher and higher.
Embrace the journey, cherish the try,
For in the end, it's not the fall, but how we fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem