only in full accepting and understanding your faults, shall you be cleansed of it.. I guess that’s why God made confessions, simply for forgiveness of sins.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
the memory of running along a street, the memory of picking up wild berries(zareza, aratilis).
a withering flower is not swarmed by bees
the withering seeds won’t grow into trees
time flies by us throughout the years
watching the laughter, pain, and tears
for yesterday was for the broken dreams
as these now look like dying streams
living on as long as they could bear
their faint life is all they could care
the withering leaf of the tree, so tall
was free at last, to the ground it falls
there to remain, there to stay
never again, by the winds be swayed
and so the withering withers on
and as they withered, dead and gone
and the lingering lingers on
waiting in silence, thinking of what’s gone
the withered rose was never bright
as the withered candle lost its light
while serving the masters last night
who went home wounded for a fight
the candle’s burnt and gone away
the Sun is shining its glorious rays
and even as things go wither away
there would always be a brand new day
a brand new day, bright and bold
a brand new day, for new and for old
