If milk sours, it transforms anew
To yogurt's tang, a richer hue
And should it age, endure the strain
It turns to cheese, a treasure gained
Grape juice, sweet with fleeting grace
Can sour, yet find a finer place
Becoming wine, with time to steep
A vessel of worth, profound and deep
Mistakes may weigh upon your soul
But each misstep refines the whole
Through trials, your essence finds its way
A masterpiece shaped from life's decay
You're not diminished, nor undone
Each stumble yields what you'll become
For just as sour can birth the divine
So too, your flaws make you shine
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