Chills
The little things that we dream
Looking forward to be the cream
The whispers that we here and
The chills that we feel….
We twist and turn, Crush and crumble
And wait for the day to cross the hurdle
And when that is done, we open our wings
And take a breath to see the world, for what it is
The fragrance of successes, the hard work that matter
The sourness of failure, can bring back the greater
The power of our passion can turn things up and down
If not today then the next, surely you can be your best.
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