This is a nice poem again Nila, we may live with bad flies or beautiful butterflies but if you are born as a fragrance flower keep scenting garden even it full of foul smell or flies, butterflies will still know where and what to appreciate...keep blooming as a flower its wrong to not bloom..keep it up Nil_Unwritten Soul
Like the pure white block of marble that the sculptor attacks
Chipping away blow by blow until he creates a cold statue of the
image in his mind he thinks he has conquered the stone.
But in time he grows weary and dies but the statue remains
A monument to his futility long after his name is forgotten.